My worst flaw is that I tell secrets, my own and everybody else's.
But Bill Clinton had the good taste to lie about his sexual peccadillos. He had the honor and the decency to want to cover it up.
Nothing he [a Foreign Secretary] can say can do very much good, and almost anything he may say may do a great deal of harm. Anything he says that is not obvious is dangerous; whatever is not trite is risky. He is forever poised between the cliche and the indiscretion.
Earl of Stockton
Everyone has the right to be stupid on occasion, but Comrade Macdonald abuses the privilege.
My parents were very indiscrete.
Sometimes we meet a fool with wit, never one with discretion.
You is getting nosier than a parker.
I think it's fair to say more adultery goes on in hotels than any other place in the world.
I believe in talking behind peoples' backs. That way, they hear it more than once.
Blind self-love, vanity, lifting aloft her empty head, and indiscretion, prodigal of secrets more transparent than glass, follow close behind.
If you must be indiscrete, be discrete in your indiscretion.
I've never turned blue in someone else's bathroom. I consider that the height of bad manners.
I can't believe I gave my panties to a geek.
Wicked is not much worse than indiscreet.
(A Foreign Secretary) is forever poised between the cliche and the indiscretion.
I definitely never had an affair with the president.
I've never done anything particularly scandalous.
Money is a terrible blab; she will betray the secrets of her owner, whatever he do to gag her. His virtues will creep out in her whisper; his vices she will cry aloud at the top of her tongue.
None are so fond of secrets as those who do not mean to keep them; such persons covet secrets as a spendthrift covets money, for the purpose of circulation.
I say a lot of things I shouldn't say.
I am a strict monogamist: it is twenty years since I last went to bed with two women at once, and then I was in my cups and not myself.
TALK, v.t. To commit an indiscretion without temptation, from an impulse without purpose.
I don't really listen to any of the gossip.
There's a lust in man, no charm can tame, of loudly publishing our neighbor's shame.
It's weird how people who are the least close to me or who've never even met me purport to be experts on the real me; and then, sadly, there are those who could be in touch with me but prefer to gossip with strangers about me instead.
