‘One of the great difficulties, and perils, you see, in ever telling anyone any truth, is the same as in ever loving anyone, but more so. It gives them such a devilish handle over you. I mean, they can hurt. If I love a person and say nothing, I’m fairly safe. But if I tell them, I deliver myself bound into their hands.’

Rupert Brooke, letter to Bryn Olivier,
end of September 1912

‘It is a joy to be hidden, but a disaster not to be found.’

D. W. Winnicott