Quotes About Manipulation

And be these juggling friends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise to our ear And break it to our hope.

And thus I clothe my naked villanyWith odd old ends stol'n forth of holy writ,And seem a saint when most I play the devil.

A politician… one that would circumvent God.

But when I tell him he hates flatterers,He says he does, being then most flattered.

Lay not that flattering unction to your soul.

Look like the innocent flower,But be the serpent under 't.

The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.

He uses his folly like a stalking horse, and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit.

No man's pie is freedFrom his ambitious finger.

A back-friend, a shoulder-clapper.

Framed to make women false.

And thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stolen forth of Holy Writ And seem a saint when most I play the devil.

The seeming truth which cunning times put onTo entrap the wisest.

O! what authority and show of truthCan cunning sin cover itself withal.

And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd,That palter with us in a double sense;That keep the word of promise to our earAnd break it to our hope.

Iago: To suckle fools and chronicle small beer.Desdemona: O most lame and impotent conclusion!

William Shakespeare

Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth;And thus do we of wisdom and of reach,With windlasses and with assays of bias,By indirections find directions out.

I want that glib and oily artTo speak and purpose not.

Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?

There have been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them.

The raven himself is hoarseThat croaks the fatal entrance of DuncanUnder my battlements. Come, you spiritsThat tend on mortal thoughts! unsex me here,And fill me from the crown to the toe top fullOf direst cruelty; make thick my blood,Stop up the access and passage to remorse,That no compunctious visitings of natureShake my fell purpose, nor keep peace betweenThe effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers.

This is a way to kill a wife with kindness.

William Shakespeare