We are such accomplished liars because we get so much practice on ourselves.
To a quite unwreckable Lie,
To a most impeccable Lie!
To a water-tight, fire-proof, angle-iron, sunk-hinge, time-lock, steel-faced Lie!
Not a private hansom Lie,
But a pair-and-brougham Lie,
Not a little-place-at-Tooting, but a country-house-with-shooting
And a ring-fence-deer-park Lie.
The greater good is evil: the larger truth is a lie.
To listen to people with talent, you might almost believe that there is no such thing.
The stupid delude themselves that anything is possible; the clever, that whatever they cannot do cannot be done.
Optimism is the philosophy of despair.
We lie first about money, then about art; sex runs a distant third.
Nothing is more exasperating than being lied to when both of you know and neither will admit it; yet this goes on all the time.
It is the truth in the stereotype that is objectionable.
Your terrible secret is that you have no terrible secret.
The successful liar is never forgiven for showing us how tawdry the stories are in which we are eager to believe.