The dead keep their secrets, and in a while we shall be as wise as they - and as taciturn.

The trouble with Grace, she thought, is that she is so literal. But that was the trouble with most people, when it came down to it; there were very few who enjoyed flights of fantasy, and to have that sort of mind--one which enjoyed dry with and understood the absurd--left one in a shrinking minority.

The man who can keep a secret may be wise, but he is not half as wise as the man with no secrets to keep.

And then the second thing you have to do is go and see your son. That is a duty of love, Andrew. It's as simple as that. A duty of love. Do you understand what I'm saying to you?

We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.

The only secrets are the secrets that keep themselves.