Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face; Terror the human form divine, And Secrecy the human dress.
We are all, in a sense, experts on secrecy. From earliest childhood we feel its mystery and attraction. We know both the power it confers and the burden it imposes. We learn how it can delight, give breathing space and protect.
Because they commonly make use of treasure found in books, as of other treasure belonging to the dead and hidden underground; for they dispose of both with great secrecy, defacing the shape and image of the one as much as of the other.
The personal life of every individual is based on secrecy, and perhaps it is partly for that reason that civilised man is so nervously anxious that personal privacy should be respected.
Where secrecy reigns, carelessness and ignorance delight to hide while skill loves the light.
Secrecy is the badge of fraud.
Where secrecy or mystery begins, vice or roguery is not far off.
Where secrecy reigns, carelessness and ignorance delight to hide while skill loves the light.