You are an enigma, Eragon, a quandary that no one knows…

Intrigued by that enigma, he dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make…

— Gabriel Garcia Marquez

We are very wrong to think that some fault or other can exclude virtue, or to consider the alliance of good and evil as…

— Luc de Clapiers

There is a ... matter - much more valuable and divine than natural philosophy . ... On this matter I must speak to you in enigmas.

— Plato

I'm tired of being this solemn poet of the masses, the enigma shrouded in a mystery.

— Michael Stipe

It may well be doubted whether human ingenuity can construct an enigma... which human ingenuity may not, by proper application, resolve.

— Edgar Allan Poe

The definitive resolution of the UFO enigma will not come about unless and until the problem is subjected to open and extensive scientific study…

— Peter A. Sturrock

I love being an enigma. Every time I'm tempted to respond to someone who tries to put me in a box, politically - you…

— Brad Paisley

A stunning survey of the latest evidence for intelligent life on Mars. Mac Tonnies brings a thoughtful, balanced and highly accessible approach to one…

— Herbie Brennan

In Náhuatl, the language of the Aztec world, one key word for poet was 'tlamatine,' meaning 'the one who knows,' or 'he who knows…

— Edward Hirsch

“KAR-MA-GIC The stock solution for every enigma”

— Kamil Ali

Watching a coast as it slips by the ship is like thinking about an enigma. There it is before you, smiling, frowning, inviting, grand,…

— Joseph Conrad

“The "Garcilaso" mentioned by Markham is the chronicler Garcilaso Inca de la Vega, the son of a Spanish conquistador and an Inca princess, a…

— Graham Hancock

If we understood the enigmas of life there would be no need for art.

— Albert Camus

The abstraction, ostensibly, is simply for me the penetration of something that is more profound in many ways than rigidity of a form. A…

— Beauford Delaney

Here life goes on, even and monotonous on the surface, full of lightning, of summits and of despair, in its depths. We have now…

— May Sarton