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

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

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