deceit

There is strong danger in a person who can create such powerful deceit they can no longer distinguish their own lies from the truth.

Mostly, it is lies that will destroy a relationship. Deceit is a barrier to intimacy. André Chevalier

I so want to believe him, but right now even his touch feels like a lie.

You can__ separate desperate politicians from violence and trouble.

Lies sound like facts to those who've been conditioned to mis-recognize the truth.

With each glare words escape me, yet no ears care to listen. It is cold here with her stare, judging every affair. My mind fiddles beneath the changeless confines of this betrayal as we hide behind deceitful wails. We have become trapped in lies long forgotten__quandering our time in lunacy with the thought of what was and is no more.

Facts are threatening to those invested in fraud.

Sometimes more is hidden behind a truth than a pack of lies.

Truthful hyperbole_ is a contradiction in terms. It__ a way of saying, __t__ a lie, but who cares?__

A liar is always lavish of oaths.

The only thing more frustrating than slanderers is those foolish enough to listen to them.

The church knows that an educated man is an unbeliever. That is why there is a continual struggle on the part of the clergy to adulterate education with superstition. To maintain their untenable position they must keep the people shackled to a form of mental slavery. Both fear and superstition are forms of a contagious disease.The ignorance of man produced natural fears of the elements of nature. What he could not understand he attributed to malevolent spirits whose primary purpose was to punish and harm him. Under this spell it seems almost incredible that he ever advanced from his state of primitive ignorance.His fears produced such fantastic monsters of the air that it was first necessary to relieve his tormented mind of these terrifying myths of ghosts and gods before he was able to acquire even the simplest rudiments of knowledge.Man's ignorance and fears made him an easy prey of priests. His gullibility was such that he believed everything he was told. He soon became a slave to these liars and hypocrites.

Orange Juice? Sure. Toast? Sure. One last time on the couch? Sure. Phone number? Sure. See you again? Oooh, absolutely. That was the lie I told. Probably not, that was the truth, that was that which went unspoken.

In Paris, when certain people see you ready to set your foot in the stirrup, some pull your coat-tails, others loosen the buckle of the strap that you may fall and crack your skull; one wrenches off your horse's shoes, another steals your whip, and the least treacherous of them all is the man whom you see coming to fire his pistol at you point blank.

Lies are like paper-Mache in a rain storm.

When people communicate deceit, it's called politics. When people communicate honesty, it's called art.

Honesty is love but deception is hatred.

Even if there are instances in which it can be mistook by onlookers, never fool yourself into using misunderstood genius as an excuse to be a fool.