There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact.

Secrets are rarely betrayed or discovered according to any program our fear has sketched out.

There is a sickness among tyrants: they cannot trust their friends.

Even a paranoid can have enemies.

To know all is not to forgive all. It is to despise everybody.

If you read somebody’s diary, you get what you deserve.

Once suspicion is aroused, everything feeds it.

Spies are of no use nowadays. Their profession is over. The newspapers do their work instead.

Secrets define us, they mark us, they set us apart from all the others. The secrets which we preserve provide a key to who we are, deep down.