The ideologue does not perform miracles. Very fittingly he confines himself to the deceptive charm of the realized abstraction.
I'm candy-coated poison, and you should not believe anything else.
Beauty and virtue: the most kissable ass in the world is no guarantee of good intentions.
Ronald Reagan had a kind of shallow movie-star charisma - a combination of makeup and the skill of a good actor - but it wasn't the real thing, and was something that he could turn off when the cameras weren't running.
Sweet speaking oft a currish heart reclaims.
The guy who broke up with me... he was exactly like you, in the beginning. Charming, and nice. They're all like you in the beginning. But I always end up like this. And I can't do it anymore.
The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields; A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
A mind that is charmed by false appearances refuses better things. [Lat., Acclinis falsis animus meliora recusat.]
A fair face without a fair soul is like a glass eye that shines and sees nothing.
Beware of over-great pleasure in being popular or even beloved. As far as an amiable disposition and powers of entertainment make you so, it is a happiness; but if there is one grain of plausibility, it is poison.
