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 an unknown God.
-- from Amiel's Journal, translated by
Mrs. Humphrey Ward
I read this beautiful quote in a weekly post from Abbey of the Arts.
I Googled Amiel's Journal but didn't follow up more of what he wrote.