nothing ennobles a human being so much as keeping a secret. It gives a man's whole life meaning, though one that it has only for him. It saves him from every vain regard for his environment; sufficient unto himself, he rests blessed in his secret - we can almost say that, even if his secret were the most sinister.
i found this quote, which is from Kierkegaard, on my friend's blog. It ought to be the epigraph to a novel. Perhaps her's.
