Quotes About Concealment

A man is hid under his tongue.

Every man has his moral backside which he refrains from showing unless he has to and keeps covered as long as possible with the trousers of decorum.

I am an invisible man. I am a man of substance, of flesh and bone, fiber and liquids - and I might even be said to possess a mind. I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me.

Man is the sole animal whose nudities offend his own companions, and the only one who, in his natural actions, withdraws and hides himself from his own kind.

A man is crazy who writes a secret in any other way than one which will conceal it from the vulgar.

The pronoun is one of the most terrifying masks man has invented.

He's the only man I know of who can hide his own easter eggs.

Look into any man's heart you please, and you will always find, in every one, at least one black spot which he has to keep concealed.

The poor man wishes to conceal his poverty, and the rich man his wealth: the former fears lest he be despised, the latter lest he be plundered.

I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him.

Speech has been given to man to disguise his thoughts.

The whole shadow of Man is only as big as his hat.

Men cannot live without mystery. He has a great need of it.

How long do you want these messages to remain secret?[...] +I want them to remain secret for as long as men are capable of evil.

Unfortunately, this category of secret is itself so secret that it's very existance is secret, and he can't actually reveal it to anyone.

Wartime lipstick is necessarily cobbled together from whatever tailings and gristle were left over once all the good stuff was use to grease propeller shafts. A florid and cloying scent is needed to conceal its unspeakable mineral and animal origins. It is the smell of War.

It wasn't just a matter of hiding what you really felt. If you hid your feelings well enough, it actually changed you. A

The string goes taught and the tray slides into the tunnel and disappears.

What they conceal tells you more than what they reveal.

Why couldn't I fill my hard drive with random bytes, so that individual files would not be discernible? Their very existence would be hidden in the noise, like a striped tiger in tall grass. And we could continually stream random noise back and forth to each other.

Every tounge bit had another word to say.

Everybody has problems. Some people just hide their crap better than others.

I smile to myself. I have a secret: I wish I was Dumbo the Octopus.

All I have is my mind, and nobody can see that.