Lie to one person and you're a crook.
Lie to many people and you're an entrepeneur.
Lie to everyone and you're a politician.
"When this sort of thinking ifs fully established in an individual with alcoholic tendencies, he has probably placed himself beyond human aid, and unless locked up, may die or go permanently insane. These stark and ugly facts have been confirmed by legions of alcoholics throughout history. But for the grace of God, there would have been thousands more convincing demonstrations. So many want to stop but cannot."
Both Lincoln and Roosevelt repeatedly lied to the American people and to Congress about what they were doing while they were secretly provoking the "enemy" to fire the first shot in their respective wars. Both intentionally subjected their respective armed forces to being bait to get the enemy to fire the first shot.
Politics is not about public interest but someone’s special (economic) interest.
Do not allow yourselves to be deceived: Great Minds are Skeptical.
... There is nothing more necessary than truth, and in comparison with it everything else has only secondary value.
This absolute will to truth: what is it? Is it the will to not allow ourselves to be deceived? Is it the will not to deceive? ... One does not want to be deceived, under the supposition that it is injurious, dangerous, or fatal to be deceived.
Greed is a dog; falsehood is a filthy street-sweeper. Cheating is eating a rotting carcass. Slandering others is putting the filth of others into your own mouth. The fire of anger is the outcaste who burns dead bodies at the crematorium.
If...deceit is fundamental to animal communication, then there must be strong selection to spot deception and this ought, in turn, to select for a degree of self-deception, rendering some facts and motives unconscious so as not to betray—by the subtle signs of self-knowledge—the deception being practiced.' Thus, 'the conventional view that natural selection favors nervous systems which produce ever more accurate images of the world must be a very naive view of mental evolution.
To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure and no pace perceived; So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, Hath motion and mine eye may be deceived: For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred; Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.
For as a surfeit of the sweetest things The deepest loathing to the stomach brings, Or as tie heresies that men do leave Are hated most of those they did deceive, So thou, my surfeit and my heresy, Of all be hated, but the most of me!
The Mask "Put off that mask of burning gold With emerald eyes." "O no, my dear, you make so bold To find if hearts be wild and wise, And yet not cold." "I would but find what's there to find, Love or deceit." "It was the mask engaged your mind, And after set your heart to beat, Not what's behind." "But lest you are my enemy, I must enquire." "O no, my dear, let all that be, What matter, so there is but fire In you, in me?"
The look of love alarms Because 'tis filled with fire; But the look of soft deceit Shall sin the lover's hire.
What is the difference between unethical and ethical advertising? Unethical advertising uses falsehoods to deceive the public; ethical advertising uses truth to deceive the public.
Do not be deceived by this technological terror you have created. The power to destroy a planet is insignificant when compared with the power of the Force.
According to the ancient Greeks, when Hercules was a boy, just reaching the period of life when there was a question in his mind which path he should pursue, he went forth by himself and sat down and meditated. There came to him someone in the form of a beautiful young woman. "Hercules, I know what you want," she said "the path that I will point out to you will bring pleasure, will bring you constant place in society, will bring you the choice things of life, to eat and to drink and clothing to wear. You shall be popular in the society in which you shall move, and your whole life will be one constant round of pleasure." "What is your name?" Hercules asked. "My enemies call me Vice, but my friends call me Pleasure," she replied. Then there appeared to him another beautiful woman and she said: "Hercules, I shall not deceive you; the path I shall point out to you will be a path of labor, a path of toil, a path of self-sacrifice, a path in which you must devote a great deal of your effort and energy; you will have to forget yourself; you will have to serve your friends; you will have to serve the people of Greece; but if you will take this path and pursue it, although it may bring to you much toil and privation and many sacrifices, you shall become immortal." Hercules asked: "What is your name?" She replied: "My name is Duty."
You don't have to tell how you live each day, You don't have to say if you work or you play, A tried, true barometer serves in the place, However you live, it will show in your face. The false, the deceit that you bear in your heart Will not stay inside where it first got a start; For sinew and blood are a thin veil of lace- What you wear in your heart, you wear in your face. If your life is unselfish, if for others you live, For not what you get, but how much you can give; If you live close to God in his infinite grace- You don't have to tell it, it shows in your face.
After such knowledge, what forgiveness? Think now History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions Guides us by vanities.
War is based on deception.
My father used to say: "Never suspect people. It's better to be deceived or mistaken, which is only human, after all, than to be suspicious, which is common."
Recollect that the Almighty, who gave the dog to be companion of our pleasures and our toils, hath invested him with a nature noble and incapable of deceit.
Oh what a tangled web we weave When first we practise to deceive.
I am indebted to the cat for a particular kind of honorable deceit, for a greater control over myself, for a characteristic aversion to brutal sounds, and for the need to keep silent for long periods of time.
It goes far toward making a man faithful to let him understand that you think him so; and he that does but suspect I will deceive him, gives me a sort of right to do so.
The world wants to be deceived.
We are inclined to believe those whom we do not know because they have never deceived us.
A Prayer: 1. 3. O Father, help me understand, Forgive the surging doubts that rise And know the reason why Within my aching heart, The boy that Thou dids't give to me, And take the dimness from mine eyes, So early had to die; Let darkness all depart. Why one whose life had been so pure, Let light and knowledge come to me Who never knew deceit, From heaven, Thy home on high, Should droop and wither like a flower O help me put my trust in Thee: Crushed under ruthless feet. O Father, tell me, why. 2. 4. O Father, help me understand Perhaps I sin in asking this, Thy purposes Divine, More faith should show in Thee; In letting death, with ruthless hand But, O I miss his loving kiss, Tear his dear heart from mine. He was so dear to me. O let me see the veil beyond, Just let me know that I sometime Where dwells his spirit pure, Shall find him, once again, And know he's happy where he's gone; And clasp again his form to mine: O let me feel secure. I ask, in Jesus' name. The Answer: 5. 7. Grieve not, my son for time shall be, Then grieve not for the one that's gone, When death shall be no more. Nor let your heart despair; Thy loved one I'll return to thee, For God in wisdom called your son, To cherish evermore. To work for Him up there; 'Twas in the plan that man should die, The prison gates to open wide And slumber in the grave, For those who died in sin, But rise again, as even I, And through repentance them to guide For this my life I gave. Again to worship Him. 6. 8. For mortal life is but a part Let this then be your answer, why, Of God's eternity, And let your heart rejoice, In which the souls of men embark For unto God they do not die, To find felicity. Who answer to His voice; What men call death is but a step But walk with Him in realms of love, From low to higher plane, Where all the righteous be. And all who in the dust have slept, Be comforted, for there above, Through me shall live again. Thy boy will welcome thee.
Who naught suspects is easily deceived.
It is discouraging how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit.
Yet still we hug the dear deceit.
A mathematician of the first rank, Laplace quickly revealed himself as only a mediocre administrator; from his first work we saw that we had been deceived. Laplace saw no question from its true point of view; he sought subtleties everywhere; had only doubtful ideas, and finally carried the spirit of the infinitely small into administration.
The sight of the eye, the hearing of the ear, the touch of the hand may each and all be deceived, but the instructions of the spirit are in all things correct. The combined senses may misguide or fail, but he who happily secures the companionship of the Holy Spirit, walks in the ways of life and neither fears, becomes weary nor faints by the wayside.
