Quotes About Deception

I tell you I have created this thing out of the squashed cabbage leaves of Covent Garden; and now she pretends to play the fine lady with me.

Truth is the cry of all, but the game of few.

HE who says there is no such thing as an honest man, you may be sure is himself a knave.

Honesty may be the best policy, but it's important to remember that apparently, by elimination, dishonesty is the second-best policy.

Bullshit is truly the American soundtrack.

It's all bullshit, folks and it's bad for ya.

Religion has what is EASILY the greatest bullshit story of all time.

If a man smiles all the time, he's probably selling something that doesn't work.

You're just another american who is willfully ignorant of the big red, white and blue dick being shoved up your asshole every day... The owners of this country know the truth... it's called the American dream because you have to be asleep to believe it!

By and large, language is a tool for concealing the truth.

Although the photographer and the art thief were close friends, neither had ever taken the other's picture.

Whenever you hear the phrase zero tolerance, remember, someone is bullshitting you.

Bullshit is the glue that binds us as a nation.

You can take and nail two sticks together like they've never been nailed together before and some fool will buy it.

Politics is so corrupt even the dishonest people get fucked. W

The term faith-based is nothing more than an attempt to slip religion past you when you're not thinking; which is the way religion is always slipped past you. It deprives you of choice; choice being another word the political-speech manipulators find extremely useful.

It's all bullshit, folks.

His very regard for truth melts at last into a perversion of truth.

Love has a way of cheating itself consciously, like a child who plays at solitary hide-and-seek; it is pleased with assurances that it all the while disbelieves.

Our sweet illusions are half of them conscious illusions, like effects of colour that we know to be made up of tinsel, broken glass and rags.

It was one of those dangerous moments when speech is at once sincere and deceptive, when feeling, rising high above its average depth, leaves flood-marks which are never reached again.

There's folks as make bad butter and trusten to the salt t' hide it.

The prevarication and white lies which a mind that keeps itself ambitiously pure is as uneasy under as a great artist under the false touches that no eye detects but his own, are worn as lightly as mere trimming when once the actions have become a lie.

Doubtless some ancient Greek has observed that behind the big mask and the speaking-trumpet, there must always be our poor little eyes peeping as usual and our timorous lips more or less under anxious control.