The face of a lover is an unknown, precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment.

It’s the unknown that draws people.

The paradox of education is precisely this - that as one begins to become conscious one begins to examine the society in which he is being educated.

The face of a lover is an unknown, precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment.

The questions which one asks oneself begin, at least, to illuminate the world, and become one's key to the experience of others.

In a world of diminishing mystery, the unknown persists.