Whoever wishes to keep a secret must hide the fact that he possesses one.

I don’t like people looking at someone else’s image.

There are things which a man is afraid to tell even to himself, and every decent man has a number of such things stored away in his mind.

I’ve never had that much trouble with the paparazzi, but I don’t run the same circles that a lot of these people that do get hounded by the paparazzi.

I didn’t tell any of my friends that I wanted to be a comedian, because I was superstitious. I thought if I told people, it wouldn’t happen. So I kept it all in my head for years and years.

For my own part, I would rather excel in knowledge of the highest secrets of philosophy than in arms.

I’ve got nothing to hide.

Don’t only practice your art, but force your way into its secrets; art deserves that, for it and knowledge can raise man to the Divine.

Nature is wont to hide herself.

The human body is strange and flawed and unpredictable. The human body has many secrets, and it does not divulge them to anyone, except those who have learned to wait.

I don’t want everybody to see exactly where I live, what my sofa or my fireplace looks like.

I find that he is happiest of whom the world says least, good or bad.

Give yourself more opportunities for privacy, when you are not bombarded with duties and obligations. Privacy is not a rejection of those you love; it is your deserved respite for recharging your batteries.

When I’m surfing, I’m sure not thinking about the paparazzi. I guess if they start getting on floaties and coming out there in the water, then I might be a little upset.

You can use your real identity, or you can use phone numbers for something like WhatsApp, and pseudonyms for something like Instagram. But in any of those you’re not just sharing and consuming content, you are also building relationships with people and building an understanding of people.

It’s dangerous when people are willing to give up their privacy.

For the chorus of ‚Secrets,‘ we used The Romantics‘ ‚Talking in Your Sleep‘ and ‚Pale Shelter‘ by Tears for Fears. It’s like hip-hop: just grab it.

I don’t think you get successful to brag and throw what you have in the world’s face. That’s all private.

I do get recognized, but I must say Edinburgh is a fantastic city to live if you’re well-known. There is an innate respect for privacy in Edinburgh people, and I also think they’re used to seeing me walking around, so I don’t think I’m a very big deal.

Historically, privacy was almost implicit, because it was hard to find and gather information. But in the digital world, whether it’s digital cameras or satellites or just what you click on, we need to have more explicit rules – not just for governments but for private companies.

On the Internet, you think everything is going to be public.

I do not recognize the right of the public to break in the front door of a man’s private life in order to satisfy the gaze of the curious… I do not think it right to dissect living men even for the advancement of science. So far as I am concerned, I prefer a post mortem examination to vivisection without anaesthetics.

In order for me to be successful… In order to be a great artist – musician, actor, painter, whatever – you must be able to be private in public at all times. That is what we do.

If one could be friendly with women, what a pleasure – the relationship so secret and private compared with relations with men. Why not write about it truthfully?

I’ve learned that usually, the less I know about other people, the better off I am.

Somebody just back of you while you are fishing is as bad as someone looking over your shoulder while you write a letter to your girl.

Curiosity is lying in wait for every secret.

Discretion of speech is more than eloquence, and to speak agreeably to him with whom we deal is more than to speak in good words, or in good order.

My apartment is my stage, and my bedroom is my stage – they’re just not stages you’re allowed to see.

Secrets are things we give to others to keep for us.

If I were to make public these tapes, containing blunt and candid remarks on many different subjects, the confidentiality of the office of the president would always be suspect.

I don’t see anything that’s come out on WikiLeaks that was a legitimate secret.

You don’t know when you’re being watched. That’s one of the weird things about celebrity. It’s my least favorite part of acting, celebrity.

I don’t want to write an autobiography because I would become public property with no privacy left.

If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.

Should surveillance be usable for petty crimes like jaywalking or minor drug possession? Or is there a higher threshold for certain information? Those aren’t easy questions.

It’s dangerous to read the Internet about yourself when you’re me. Or when you’re anyone in the public eye.

A good many things go around in the dark besides Santa Claus.

No one knows who is listening, say nothing you would not wish put in the newspapers.

If I have the chance to say something, I will say it – but that doesn’t obligate me to always say something, or to shed light on every problem, as if I were a lawmaker.

There are only two occasions when Americans respect privacy, especially in Presidents. Those are prayer and fishing.

The real question for me is, do people have the tools that they need in order to make those decisions well? And I think that it’s actually really important that Facebook continually makes it easier and easier to make those decisions… If people feel like they don’t have control over how they’re sharing things, then we’re failing them.

Unless a president can protect the privacy of the advice he gets, he cannot get the advice he needs.

I don’t have people following me around, like bodyguards. I don’t know how people live like that. Maybe the young movie stars have to live like that, I don’t know. But it seems a little crazy to me. I don’t think you need all that stuff.

I know of no safe depository of the ultimate powers of the society but the people themselves; and if we think them not enlightened enough to exercise their control with a wholesome discretion, the remedy is not to take it from them but to inform their discretion.

No one gossips about other people’s secret virtues.

Our cellar home had a kitchen and a combination bedroom and half bath, which meant we had a sink next to the bed. We had no refrigerator, no shower or tub, and no privacy. My parents shared the bedroom with my sister and me.

My friends tease me about the fact that if someone seems bad or shady or like they have a secret, I find them incredibly interesting.

I need privacy. I would think that because what I do makes a lot of people happy that I might deserve a little bit of respect in return. Instead, the papers try to drag me off my pedestal.

I don’t have anything to hide.

The details surrounding both my marriage and subsequent filing for divorce are private, and I had hoped to keep them that way for the sake of my family.

People are very reluctant to talk about their private lives but then you go to the internet and they’re much more open.

I will govern my life and thoughts as if the whole world were to see the one and read the other, for what does it signify to make anything a secret to my neighbor, when to God, who is the searcher of our hearts, all our privacies are open?

Big Brother is watching you.

You have to be careful about how much you reveal to people that look up to you so much.

It’s not proper for the government to intrude too thoroughly into the domain of the family. It’s inappropriate.

I don’t let the left hand know what the right hand is doing.

Perhaps people like us cannot love. Ordinary people can – that is their secret.

As soon as I go out into the world, I belong, in a way, to everyone else. It’s legal to follow me. It’s legal to stalk me at the beach. And I can’t call the police or ask them to leave.

I never talk about my next project.

There is a need for aloneness, which I don’t think most people realise for an actor. It’s almost having certain kinds of secrets for yourself that you’ll let the whole world in on only for a moment, when you’re acting. But everybody is always tugging at you. They’d all like sort of a chunk of you.