Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
We always deceive ourselves twice about the people we love - first to their advantage, then to their disadvantage.
A woman one loves rarely suffices for all our needs, so we deceive her with another whom we do not love.
Deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.
There are few things in which we deceive ourselves more than in the esteem we profess to entertain for our friends. It is little better than a piece of quackery. The truth is, we think of them as we please, that is, as they please or displease us.
Things and actions are what they are, and the consequences of them will be what they will be: why then should we desire to be deceived?
We fall in love more deeply when we're unhappy.
It is twice the pleasure to deceive the deceiver.
Liars share with those they deceive the desire not to be deceived.
We are never deceived; we deceive ourselves.
The world loves to be deceived.