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.

The first duty of a good inquisitor is to suspect especially those who seem sincere to him.

Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.

If the world were good for nothing else, it is a fine subject for speculation.

Secrecy lies at the very core of power.

A regime which combines perpetual surveillance with total indulgence is hardly conducive to healthy development.

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

Once suspicion is aroused, everything feeds it.

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