To live with lies is, eventually, to live by them.
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.
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.
We say that it can’t be true when we mean that it mustn’t.
No one inveighs so strictly against ad hominem as degenerate liars.
Lies are products, and supply must be commensurate with demand.