Quotes About Secrecy

This empty and deserted house is a vast enigma of which the answer is known to none.

Bei Liebschaften ist es ganz so wie in den Ehen. Der Betroffene erfährt immer alles zuletzt.

When his opponent, after careful conversation, avowed the secret of his own purposes, confident that he had secured his listener's assent, Grandet answered: "I can decide nothing without consulting my wife." His wife, whom he had reduced to a state of helpless slavery, was a useful screen to him in business.

Un jeune homme se présenta pour être rédacteur de l'air timide et inquiet qu'avait Lucien naguère. Lucien vit avec un plaisir secret Giroudeau pratiquant sur le néophyte les plaisanteries par lesquelles le vieux militaire l'avait abusé ; son intérêt lui fit parfaitement comprendre la nécessité de ce manége, qui mettait des barrières presque infranchissables entre les débutants et la mansarde où pénétraient les élus.

Le secret des grandes fortunes sans cause apparente est un crime oublié, parce qu'il a été proprement fait. The secret of a great fortune made without apparent cause is soon forgotten, if the crime is committed in a respectable way.

an honest man is the man who keeps his own counsel, and will not divide the plunder.

That cursed ball! All the world thinks I am worth millions. Yet Lourdois had a look that was not natural; there's a snake in the grass somewhere.

Just as Clara Gazul is the female pseudonym of a distinguished male writer, George Sand the masculine pseudonym of a woman of genius, so Camille Maupin was the mask behind which was long hidden a charming young woman, very well-born, a Breton, named Felicite des Touches, the person who was now causing such lively anxiety to the Baronne du Guenic and the excellent rector of Guerande.

The forty thousand francs you want would be, of course, a mere nothing to Ferdinand, who handles millions with that fat banker, Baron de Nucingen. Sometimes, at dinner, in my presence, they say things to each other which make me shudder. Du Tillet knows my discretion, and they often talk freely before me, being sure of my silence. Well, robbery and murder on the high-road seem to me merciful compared to some of their financial schemes.

Mademoiselle de Watteville, with a little flush of pride in thinking of the success of her Belvedere, discerned in herself a vast superiority over every one about her. No one guessed that a little girl, supposed to be a witless goose, had simply made up her mind to get a closer view of the lawyer Savaron's private study.

As a general thing, all women league themselves against a married man who is accused of tyranny; for a secret tie unites them all, as it unites all priests of the same religion.

A murderer is less loathsome to us than a spy. The murderer may have acted on a sudden mad impulse; he may be penitent and amend; but a spy is always a spy, night and day, in bed, at table, as he walks abroad; his vileness pervades every moment of his life

Huizen werden tot het Stille Volk gerekend. Muren hebben oren, maar geen tong. Huizen, bomen en doden zwijgen als het graf.

Why do grown-ups think they can talk over your head? When my mother and her friends gossip, they think I don't understand what they're saying, because they talk all around a subject instead of using plain words. Or they don't finish a sentence and then give each other meaningful looks. Well, it doesn't take a genius to fill in the blanks--I've learned how to figure out what goes in blanks from taking school tests.

Will you keep this?" he asked, holding up the pendant. "Please. Don't show it to your folks. But keep it, please. I'm not asking for anything else. You're going away. God knows when I'll see you again. I can accept what you say about your feelings for me. I have to. But what harm will it do if you take this, and then at least, I'll know that something I got for you is with you.

The bodies went back in the doors and bars and the heads in the windows. The cops drove away and Freddy and the guys went back into the Greeks and the street was quiet, just the sound of a tug and an occasional car; and even the blood couldn't be seen from a few feet away.

Sealed Orders":

Everyone who made love the night before Was walking around with flashing red lights On top of their heads—a white-haired old gentleman, A red-faced schoolboy, a pregnant woman Who smiled at me from across the street And gave a little secret shrug, As if the flashing red light on her head Was a small price to pay for what she knew.

Acting is like sex: you either do it and don't talk about it, or you talk about it and don't do it.

No one out there is interested in who did what to whom in Westminster politics.

There came a point when if a conspiracy was that powerful and subtle it became pointless to worry about it.

I never told anybody what was going on. Not a soul.

A real secret is something which only one person knows.

The secret protects itself. It is found only in the spirit and practice of the Work.