Nature does not reveal all her secrets at once. We imagine we are initiated in her mysteries: we are, as yet, but hanging around her outer courts.
Seneca the YoungerWhat a great blessing is a friend with a heart so trusty you may safely bury all your secrets in it.
Seneca the YoungerOn him does death lie heavily, who, but too well known to all, dies to himself unknown.
Seneca the Younger