Our inventions mirror our secret wishes.
Penetrate deeply into the secret existence of anyone about you, even of the man or woman whom you count happiest, and you will come upon things they spend all their efforts to hide. Fair as the exterior may be, if you go in, you will find bare places, heaps of rubbish that can never be taken away, cold hearths, desolate altars, and windows veiled with cobwebs.
The secret of a happy marriage remains a secret.
You can want one thing and have a secret wish for its opposite.
—Deb Caletti in The Six Rules of Maybe
Love ceases to be a pleasure when it ceases to be a secret.