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...the mind can also be kind and does blot out those episodes of our existence that we can't erase in our consciousness.

They may take you for a fool, promise to shower you with the world, use their canny devastating tongue to manipulate and dominate your mind, but its better to put them bulshit people at arms length rather than falling into the arms of infidelity.

Sometimes we want to believe something so badly that we allow ourselves to be taken advantage of.

You can con God and get away with it, Granny said, if you do so with charm and wit. If you live your life with imagination and verve, God will play along just to see what outrageously entertaining thing you'll do next.

Every decent con man knows that the simplest truth is more powerful than even the most elaborate lie.

The easiest way to steal a man's wallet is to tell him you're going to steal his watch.

It__ all biology. If it weren__ for two thousand years of the Christian tradition we wouldn__ think of pretending otherwise_Romance is the true opiate of the masses.

If 'pro' is the opposite of 'con' what is the opposite of 'progress'?

Old Glory in her majesty has so many promises in her wave that we have no choice but to keeping pledging and waving right back!

Clever as the Devil and twice as pretty.

Selling eternal life is an unbeatable business, with no customers ever asking for their money back after the goods are not delivered.

Farragut's first visitor was his wife. He was raking leaves in yard Y when the PA said that 734-508-32 had a visitor. He jogged up the road past the firehouse and into the tunnel. It was four flights up to cellblock F. "Visitor," he said to Walton, who let him into his cell. He kept his white shirt prepared for visits. It was dusty. He washed his face and combed his hair with water. "Don't take nuttin but a handkerchief," said the guard. "I know, I know, I know...." Down he went to the door of the visitor's room, where he was frisked. Through the glass he saw that his visitor was Marcia.There were no bars in the visitor's room, but the glass windows were chicken-wired and open only at the top. A skinny cat couldn't get in or out, but the sounds of the prison moved in freely on the breeze. She would, he knew, have passed three sets of bars - clang, clang, clang - and waited in an anteroom where there were pews or benches, soft-drink engines and a display of the convict's art with prices stuck in the frames. None of the cons could paint, but you could always count on some wet-brain to buy a vase of roses or a marine sunset if he had been told that the artist was a lifer. There were no pictures on the walls of the visitor's room but there were four signs that said: NO SMOKING, NO WRITING, NO EXCHANGE OF OBJECTS, VISITORS ARE ALLOWED ONE KISS.

You cannot con an honest man.