That we are surrounded by deep mysteries is known to all but the incurably ignorant.

We're forever teetering on the brink of the unknowable, and trying to understand what can't be understood.

All the secrets of the world worth knowing are hiding in plain sight.

For we are all in some way or other kept asunder by our secrets; and instead of seeking through confession to bridge the abysses that separate us from one another, we choose the easy by-way of deceptive opinions and illusions.

Secrets. We think by keeping them, we're controlling things, but all the while, they're controlling us.

There are too many things we do not wish to know about ourselves.

We swallow greedily any lie that flatters us, but we sip only little by little at a truth we find bitter.

Everyone has a lie we're quietly waiting to believe.

We live at home, quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us.

We know too much, and are convinced of too little. Our literature is a substitute for religion, and so is our religion.

There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.

It's not what we don't know that hurts. It's what we know that ain't so.

You know, it isn’t really surprising that there are things about ourselves that still remain a mystery to us,” he said. “Maybe we should be comforted that the knowledge is there, even if it’s withheld for a while.

There is no privacy that cannot be penetrated. No secret can be kept in the civilized world. Society is a masked ball where everyone hides his real character, then reveals it by hiding