To love it too much is to obscure and not see what is there.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The more things remain obscure and mysterious, the more they interest me. I even try to find mystery in things that have none.
It is when I struggle to be brief that I become obscure.
The mind's passion is all for singling out. Obscurity has another tale to tell.
Some people hide more than others, and it does intrigue me.
It creeps up on you and becomes an obsession. It comes out of watching a million movies.
Be obscure clearly.
The obscure we see eventually. The completely obvious, it seems, takes longer.
Everything we see hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see.
Never be so brief as to become obscure.
I like what's obscure.