In soft deluding lies let fools delight. A shadow marks our days, which end in Night.

The moment a man talks to his fellows he begins to lie.

It is sometimes necessary to lie damnably in the interests of the nation

Matilda told such dreadful lies, It made one gasp and stretch one's eyes Her aunt, who, from her earliest youth, Had kept a strict regard for truth, Attempted to believe Matilda The effort very nearly killed her.

It has long been recognized by public men of all kinds. . . that statistics come under the head of lying, and that no lie is so false or inconclusive as that which is based on statistics.

The choice lies between property on the one hand and slavery, public or private, on the other. There is no third issue.