A fault is fostered by concealment.

That's also fostered a willingness to wear pink.

Every philosophy is a foreground philosophy — that is a hermit's judgment: "There is something arbitrary in his stopping here to look back and look around, in his not digging deeper here but laying his spade aside; there is also something suspicious about it." Every philosophy also conceals a philosophy; every opinion is also a hideout, every word also a mask.

The pain you hide leaves the deepest scars.

Men employ speech only to conceal their thoughts.

This man had something to hide, some shame in his past, and those with a past can always be bought.