One may sometimes tell a lie, but the grimace that accompanies it tells the truth.

We’re so immaturely cynical as a culture. We’re not wise enough to look at an institution like marriage and to really things about what it means and what it signifies. It signifies a place where people can tie the ropes of their lives together so that they’re stronger. It signifies a place where people can tell the truth to one another.

Our enemy, the devil, wants to control us, and his target is our will. The main way he tries to influence our will is through lying to us.

You can fool some of the people all the time, and those are the ones you want to concentrate on.

Where is the man who has the strength to be true, and to show himself as he is?

The rulers of the state are the only persons who ought to have the privilege of lying, either at home or abroad; they may be allowed to lie for the good of the state.

We tell lies, yet it is easy to show that lying is immoral.

When a person cannot deceive himself the chances are against his being able to deceive other people.

No one can lie, no one can hide anything, when he looks directly into someone’s eyes.

The liar’s punishment is not in the least that he is not believed, but that he cannot believe anyone else.

Half a truth is often a great lie.

You can fool all the people some of the time, and some of the people all the time, but you cannot fool all the people all the time.

Part of the reason for the ugliness of adults, in a child’s eyes, is that the child is usually looking upwards, and few faces are at their best when seen from below.

No man has a good enough memory to be a successful liar.

Deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.

Many people aren’t rich because they’re liars.

One tells as few lies as possible only by telling as few lies as possible, and not by having the least possible opportunity to do so.

It is my belief that nearly any invented quotation, played with confidence, stands a good chance to deceive.

It is more from carelessness about truth than from intentionally lying that there is so much falsehood in the world.

Keep people off-balance and in the dark by never revealing the purpose behind your actions. If they have no clue what you are up to, they cannot prepare a defense.

The point – the power to hurt – of all figures lies in the truthfulness of their application.

Governments are supposed to lie to their citizens.

No one lies so boldly as the man who is indignant.

People need good lies. There are too many bad ones.

For, if a good speaker, never so eloquent, does not see into the fact, and is not speaking the truth of that – is there a more horrid kind of object in creation?

There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and statistics.

A lot of people are realizing they had the wool pulled over their eyes by Obama.

The lie is a condition of life.

An unexciting truth may be eclipsed by a thrilling lie.

When you meet with someone and you try to assess whether they’re telling you the truth or not, there’s several things you can do. You judge demeanor and credibility. You look at corroboration.

When you’re faced with an opponent, the media asks the questions, and I answer truthfully. I don’t hold back.

I was mischievous. I wasn’t bad. I stole food so we could eat. My mother didn’t know. I used to tell her some man gave me $10 to sweep out the yard. I was like Robin Hood. I took from the rich and gave to the poor. Me.

And, after all, what is a lie? ‚Tis but the truth in a masquerade.

Lying is not only saying what isn’t true. It is also, in fact especially, saying more than is true and, in the case of the human heart, saying more than one feels. We all do it, every day, to make life simpler.

The essence of lying is in deception, not in words.

It is more shameful to distrust our friends than to be deceived by them.

We do not see people as they are, but as they appear to us. And these appearances are usually misleading.

I know I’m more on television, and I’m more recognisable than maybe even the players because they run and train, but I just stand there, and my face does all these funny things that everyone can see all the time.

When I was young, an eccentric uncle decided to teach me how to lie. Not, he explained, because he wanted me to lie, but because he thought I should know how it’s done so I would recognise when I was being lied to.

The trust of the innocent is the liar’s most useful tool.

No one can be happy who has been thrust outside the pale of truth. And there are two ways that one can be removed from this realm: by lying, or by being lied to.

I think it’s an Irish thing. We don’t really care. We say it as we mean it, and you have to deal with it. The truth is the truth.

Lies are sufficient to breed opinion, and opinion brings on substance.

Because of lack of moral principle, human life becomes worthless. Moral principle, truthfulness, is a key factor. If we lose that, then there is no future.

People have discovered that they can fool the devil; but they can’t fool the neighbors.

We are inclined to believe those whom we do not know because they have never deceived us.

Sensual love deceives one as to the nature of heavenly love; it could not do so alone, but since it unconsciously has the element of heavenly love within it, it can do so.

Quacks are a part of our culture, and we all fall prey to them. Who among us can say, for sure, that even our own personal physicians are honest and competent?

The most common lie is that which one lies to himself; lying to others is relatively an exception.

Honesty is for the most part less profitable than dishonesty.

False words are not only evil in themselves, but they infect the soul with evil.

The only thing worse than a liar is a liar that’s also a hypocrite!

Lying in bed would be an altogether perfect and supreme experience if only one had a colored pencil long enough to draw on the ceiling.

Don’t lie about anything, ever. Lying leads to Hell.

Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.

Men are so simple and so much inclined to obey immediate needs that a deceiver will never lack victims for his deceptions.

In wartime, truth is so precious that she should always be attended by a bodyguard of lies.

Richard Nixon is a no good, lying bastard. He can lie out of both sides of his mouth at the same time, and if he ever caught himself telling the truth, he’d lie just to keep his hand in.

That sort of half sigh, which, accompanied by two or three slight nods of the head, is pity’s small change in general society.

O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

I’ve still not written as well as I want to. I want to write so that the reader in Des Moines, Iowa, in Kowloon, China, in Cape Town, South Africa, can say, ‚You know, that’s the truth. I wasn’t there, and I wasn’t a six-foot black girl, but that’s the truth.‘