Impostor syndrome, n. The realization that you are, in fact, an impostor.
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.
A single betrayal, revealed at the proper time, can retrospectively poison a man’s whole life.
I respect pretense, which suggests shame.
To live with lies is, eventually, to live by them.
Some lies help you succeed, and some truths help you fail.
In good prose lies sound unnatural.
A truth it profits no one to reveal never will be.
As the short way to evil is to try to look good, so the short way to stupid is to try to look clever.
Sixty years ago we were repressed, and there were a few things it was dangerous to say. Today we are liberated, and there are a great many.
There are no noble lies, but useful myths abound.