Do not tell secrets to those whose faith and silence you have not already tested.

Those who appear the most sanctified are the worst.

It is a natural virtue incident to our sex to be pitiful of those that are afflicted.

Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned.

God forgive you, but I never can.

Into our deep, dear silence.