A hypocrite is one who plays two parts consciously for his own ends. When we find fault with other people we may be quite sincere, and yet Jesus says in reality we are frauds.
It is better to fall among crows than flatterers; for those devour only the dead - these the living.
The worst situations in the world always start with the words, 'trust me.'
Beware of anyone who claims to be neutral, for they always have an agenda.
Flattery is often a traffic of mutual meanness, where although both parties intend deception, neither are deceived.
You know what lies are for.
The quickest way to a woman's crotch is through her gullet. Can I make you a cake?" Big Al to Pierce, then Rachel.
Co-opted convictions will always betray you.
Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.
Men who just call to say hello generally have ulterior motives.
Hee that sendes a foole, means to follow him.
Half-truths are the devil's IOUs.
Our lives are just spectacles. We are like dolls, in a sense, to be observed and played with - often with cruel and deceitful intentions - in an unreal world.
So, that’s what they wanted: lies. Beautiful lies. That’s what they needed. People were fools. It was going to be easy for me.
As long as she was falling in love with me, I might as well start making her promises I didn't intend to keep.
Beware of the man who praises women's liberation; he is about to quit his job.
Deception is a sort of seduction. In love and war, adultery and espionage, deceit can only succeed if the deceived party is willing, in some way, to be deceived.
The low desire, the base design That makes another's virtues less.
I can counterfeit the deep tragedian; Speak and look back, and pry on every side, Tremble and start, at wagging of a straw, Intending deep suspicion.
He has let her in not because he genuinely loved her, but only because she played so well into his preconceived fantasies.
We have to look at our history and realize that if they pretend to be our friend it's because they've got something up their sleeve.
Any time I’m not shooting my mouth off to a clichéd, two-bit creature of the night like you, it’s because I’m up to something.
The man who is wantonly profuse of his promises ought to sink his credit as much as a tradesman would by uttering a great number of promissory notes payable at a distant day. The truest conclusion in both cases is, that neither intend or will be able to pay. And as the latter most probably intends to cheat you of your money, so the former at least designs to cheat you of your thanks.
It's a world in which people's motives are questionable and shadowy.
It is unhappily true that much insincere Literature and Art, executed solely with a view to effect, does succeed by deceiving the public.
