If I maintain my silence about my secret it is my prisoner...if I let it slip from my tongue, I am ITS prisoner.

A secret spoken finds wings.

Word spread because word will spread. Stories and secrets fight, stories win, shed new secrets, which new stories fight, and on.

There is no friendship that cares about an overheard secret.

If there's one thing I don't look for in a maid, it's discretion. Except with my own secrets, of course.

They are so pleased to find out other people's secrets. It distracts public attention from their own.