And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in a masquerade.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
What is a lie? It is to say what is real is not real. It is to deny the existence of what exists.
I never lie. I believe everything I say, so it's not a lie.
The essence of lying is in deception, not in words.
Telling lies is a fault in a boy, an art in a lover, an accomplishment in a bachelor, and second-nature in a married man.
It is impossible for someone to lie unless he thinks he knows the truth. A person who lies is thereby responding to the truth, and he is to that extent respectful of it.
A great lie is like a great fish on dry land; it may fret and fling and make a frightful bother, but it cannot hurt you. You have only to keep still, and it will die of itself.
Lies are told only to convey to someone that one has no need either of him or his good opinion.
Any fool can tell the truth, but it requires a man of some sense to know how to lie well.
Lying has a kind of respect and reverence with it. We pay a person the compliment of acknowledging his superiority whenever we lie to him.
The lie is a condition of life.