No one ever keeps a secret so well as a child.

Youth fades; love droops, the leaves of friendship fall; A mother's secret hope outlives them all.

Secrets travel fast in Paris.

The secret thoughts of a man run over all things, holy, profane, clean, obscene, grave, and light, without shame or blame.

A man can keep a secret better than his own. A woman her own better than others.

How can we accept another to keep our secret if we have been unable to keep it ourselves.

Every thing secret degenerates, even the administration of justice; nothing is safe that does not show how it can bear discussion and publicity.

Where secrecy or mystery begins, vice or roguery is not far off.

The vanity of being known to be trusted with a secret is generally one of the chief motives to disclose it.

To know that one has a secret is to know half the secret itself.