The check is sometimes in the mail, but no one has ever been just curious.
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.
Clever lies are as common as clever truths are rare.
It’s not usually the truth that’s being shoved down your throat.
“We” means neither me nor thee.
The subtle tempter praises mediocrity to attack excellence, and deviance to attack normality.
Journalists used to be raffish and amusing liars, and they are no longer raffish or amusing.
Never confess at the show trial. They shoot you anyway, then kill your wife and children.
A truth is sometimes told in public, but almost always by accident.
“Be honest”: An injunction to lie.
A little truth, hard-won, can last a man for life. It is lies and nonsense for which a tolerance soon becomes a taste, a taste an appetite, and an appetite at last an insatiable craving.