“I came into the unknownand stayed there unknowingrising beyond all science.I did not know the doorbut when I found the way,unknowing where I was,I learned enormous things,but what I felt I cannot say,for I remained unknowing,rising beyond all science.It was the perfect realmof holiness and peace.In deepest solitudeI found the narrow way:a secret giving such releasethat I was stunned and stammering,rising beyond all science.I was so far inside,so dazed and far awaymy senses were releasedfrom feelings of my own.My mind had found a surer way:a knowledge of unknowing,rising beyond all science.And he who does arrivecollapses as in sleep,for all he knew beforenow seems a lowly thing,and so his knowledge grows so deepthat he remains unknowing,rising beyond all science.The higher he ascendsthe darker is the wood;it is the shadowy cloudthat clarified the night,and so the one who understoodremains always unknowing,rising beyond all science.This knowledge by unknowingis such a soaring forcethat scholars argue longbut never leave the ground.Their knowledge always fails the source:to understand unknowing,rising beyond all science.This knowledge is supremecrossing a blazing height;though formal reason triesit crumbles in the dark,but one who would control the nightby knowledge of unknowingwill rise beyond all science.And if you wish to hear:the highest science leadsto an ecstatic feelingof the most holy Being;and from his mercy comes his deed:to let us stay unknowing,rising beyond all science.”

“Beyond us I could see the mountains rising blue and hazy, and I knew I had only to cross them and keep on walking to catch up with all my dreams.”

“...like that star of the waning summer who beyond all stars rises bathed in the ocean stream to glitter in brilliance.”

“He is the source of light in all luminous objects. He is beyond the darkness of matter and is unmanifested. He is knowledge, He is the object of knowledge, and He is the goal of knowledge. He is situated in everyone's heart.”

“It is beyond a doubt that all our knowledge begins with experience.”

“And his knowledge remained woefully incomplete, Harry! That which Voldemort does not value, he takes no trouble to comprehend. Of house-elves and children's tales, of love, loyalty, and innocence, Voldemort knows and understands nothing. Nothing. That they all have a power beyond his own, a power beyond the reach of any magic, is a truth he has never grasped...”

“I whistled and made nothing of going. But the village was very peaceful and quiet, and the light mists were solemnly rising, as if to show me the world, and I had been so innocent and little there, and all beyond was so unknown and great, that in that moment with a strong heave and sob I broke into tears.”