Perhaps people like us cannot love. Ordinary people can – that is their secret.
None of us ever know all the possible courses our lives could have, and maybe should have, taken. It’s probably just as well. Some secrets are meant to stay secret forever.
No one ever keeps a secret so well as a child.
My dear, there is no universal secret. There’s only the secret each writer discovers for herself. The path forward.
Man, a mere inhabitant of the earth, cannot overstep its boundaries! But though he is confined to its crust, he may penetrate into all its secrets.
Keeping a secret is an art that requires many lies magnificently told, and a great aptitude for playing the comedy and enjoying it.
It is a corrupting thing to live one’s real life in secret. One should live with the stream of life, not against it.
I’d learned that some things are best kept secret.
For the secret of man’s being is not only to live but to have something to live for.[Ибо тайна бытия человеческого не в том, чтобы только жить, а в том, для чего жить.]
A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.
A secret’s worth depends on the people from whom it must be kept.
A secret spoken finds wings.
