Quotes About Deception

Kill every enemy twice, Wilky said. Better than gettin' shot by a soldier pretending to be dead.

It is respectable to have illusions - and safe - and profitable, and dull

Words, as is well known, are great foes of reality

Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory.

Action is consolatory. It is the enemy of thought and the friend of illusions.

You know I hate, detest, and can't bear a lie, not because I am straighter than the rest of us, but simply because it appals me. There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies - which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world - what I want to forget.

I do not know what the heart of a rascal may be, but I know what is in the heart of an honest man; it is horrible.

My name is Slither.

You can fool all the people all the time if the advertising is right and the budget is big enough.

Revel in the fulsome flattery, dear fool! It does not stop war from being a filthy trick.

The facts shouldn't get in the way of a pleasant fantasy.

a lie gets halfway around the world before truth has the chance to put its pants on.

I had to assume, of course, that every word Koblenz had told me, including "and" and "the," was a lie. That was a given. But I operated on that assumption most of the time anyway: Washington, D.C., is to lying what Hershey, Pennsylvania, is to chocolate.

One of our housekeepers called him Eddie Haskell. We'd never seen that old TV show Leave It to Beaver, but years later when I saw a couple of reruns on late-night TV, I realized that our housekeeper really hadn't liked Roger. Eddie Haskell was an unctuous, conniving brown-noser. He was the two-faced character who'd politely compliment Mrs. Cleaver on her lovely dress while instigating some evil prank that would inevitably get her son, the Beaver, in trouble.

A] vicar's concubine, learning that the bishop was coming to order her lover to give her up, set out with a basket of cakes, chickens, and eggs, and intercepted the bishop, who asked her where she was going. She replied, "I am taking these gifts to the bishop's mistress who has lately been brought to bed." The bishop, properly mortified, continued on his way to call on the vicar, but never mentioned mistresses or concubines.

It would not be impossible to prove with sufficient repetition and a psychological understanding of the people concerned that a square is in fact a circle. They are mere words, and words can be molded until they clothe ideas and disguise.

The truth is always stronger than the lie.

Make the lie big, make it simple, keep saying it, and eventually they will believe it.

Nadejdzie dzie?, gdy k?amstwa zawal? si? pod w?asnym ci??arem, a prawda ponownie zatriumfuje (Eines Tages werden die Lügen unter ihrer eigenen Last zusammenbrechen, und die Wahrheit wird wieder triumphieren)

Una mentira repetida mil veces se convierte en una verdad

so convincing were those dreams of being awake that he woke from them in a state of complete exhaustion, and had to go straight back to sleep again.

Little pig, little pig, let me come in." To which the pig answered: "No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin." The wolf then answered to that: "Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in." So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew his house in, and ate up the little pig.

Mothuighim boladh an Éireannaigh bhinn bhreugaigh faoi m'fhóidín dúthaigh.

How many people make themselves abstract to appear profound. The most useful part of abstract terms are the shadows they create to hide a vacuum.