Let mystery have its place in you; do not be always turning up your whole soil with the
plowshare of self−examination, but leave a little fallow corner in your heart ready for any seed the winds may
bring, and reserve a nook of shadow for the passing bird; keep a place in your heart for the unexpected guests,
an altar for the unknown God. Then if a bird sing among your branches, do not be too eager to tame it. If you
are conscious of something new—thought or feeling, wakening in the depths of your being—do not be in a
hurry to let in light upon it, to look at it; let the springing germ have the protection of being forgotten, hedge it
round with quiet, and do not break in upon its darkness; let it take shape and grow, and not a word of your
happiness to any one! Sacred work of nature as it is, all conception should be enwrapped by the triple veil of
modesty, silence and night.
Amiel
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