Quotes About Honesty

An awkward, unscientific lie is often as ineffectual as the truth.

Prosperity is the best protector of principle.

Of all the animals, man is the only one that lies.

You can't pray a lie.

I did not steal your paltry goods!

Manners! he said. Why, it is merely the truth, and truth is good manners; manners are a fiction. The castle is done. Do you like it?

if you say the truth you don't have to remember anything

The man who speaks an injurious truth lest his soul be not saved if he do otherwise, should reflect that that sort of a soul is not strictly worth saving. The

She was as simple-hearted and honest as the day was long, and so she was an easy victim. She gathered together her quack periodicals and her quack medicines, and thus armed with death, went about on her pale horse, metaphorically speaking, with hell following after.

I am willing to be a literary thief if it has so been ordained; I am even willing to be caught robbing the ancient dead alongside of Hopkinson Smith, for he is my friend and a good fellow, and I think would be as honest as any one if he could do it without occasioning remark; but I am not willing to antedate his crimes by fifteen hundred years. I must ask you to knock off part of that.

Why shouldn't we be honest and honorable, and lie every time we get a chance? That is to say, why shouldn't we be consistent, and either lie all the time or not at all?

It's the same here as it is on earth—you've got to earn a thing, square and honest, before you enjoy it.  You can't enjoy first and earn afterwards.  But there's this difference, here: you can choose your own occupation, and all the powers of heaven will be put forth to help you make a success of it, if you do your level best.  The shoe-maker on earth that had the soul of a poet in him won't have to make shoes here.

Ich würde von jedermann, ob hoch oder niedrig, verlangen, dass er mir einfach und geradezu mit dem kommt, was er mir erzählen will, oder aber seine Geschichte zusammenrollt und sich darauf setzt und Ruhe gibt. Übertretungen dieses Gesetzes müssten mit dem Tode bestraft werden.

If we never lied , there would be nothing to remember.

There are people who think that honesty is always the best policy. This is a superstition; there are times when the appearance of it is worth six of it.

It is not well, when writing an autobiography, to follow your ancestry down too close to your own time—it is safest to speak only vaguely of your great-grandfather, and then skip from there to yourself, which I now do. I was born without teeth—and there Richard III had the advantage of me; but I was born without a humpback, likewise, and there I had the advantage of him. My parents were neither very poor nor conspicuously honest. But

No high-minded man, no man of right feeling, can contemplate the lumbering and slovenly lying of the present day without grieving to see a noble art so prostituted.

There are two types of people. People who have accomplished things and people who have claimed to accomplish things. The first group is less crowded.

On Theodore Roosevelt] I always enjoy his society, he is so hearty, so straightforward, outspoken and, for the moment, so absolutely sincere.

Now let us see what the philosophers say. Note that venerable proverb: Children and fools _always_ speak the truth. The deduction is plain --adults and wise persons _never_ speak it.

Among other common lies, we have the silent lie—the deception which one conveys by simply keeping still and concealing the truth. Many obstinate truth-mongers indulge in this dissipation, imagining that if they speak no lie, they lie not at all.

I could see he meant no offense, but in my thoughts I set it down as not very good manners. Manners! he said. Why, it is merely the truth, and truth is good manners; manners are a fiction.

Everybody lies—every day; every hour; awake; asleep; in his dreams; in his joy; in his mourning; if he keeps his tongue still, his hands, his feet, his eyes, his attitude, will convey deception—and purposely. Even in sermons—but that is a platitude. In

I fancy you may tell the truth about yourself. But all of it? The black truth, which we all know ourselves in our heats, or only the whity-brown truth of the pericardium, or the nice, whitened truth of the shirtfront? Even you won't tell the black heart's-truth. The man who could do it would be famed to the last day the sun shown upon.