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.

And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but The truth in masquerade; and I defy Historians-heroes- lawyers-priests, to put A fact without some leaven of a lie.

Lying is the only art form that the public sanctions and instinctively prefers to reality.

Falsehood is often rocked by truth, but she soon outgrows her cradle and discards her nurse.

A child of today can detect a lie quicker than the wisest adult of two decades ago. When I want to know what is true, I ask my children.

He saw she was lying but it was a brave lie. They talked from their hearts-with the half truths and evasions peculiar to that organ, which has never been famed as an instrument of precision.

Falsehood is the jockey of misfortune.

The most mischievous liars are those who keep sliding on the verge of truth.

As hypocrisy is said to be the highest compliment to virtue, the art of lying is the strongest acknowledgment of the force of truth.

If there were no falsehood in the world, there would be no doubt, if there were no doubt, there would be no inquiry; if no inquiry, no wisdom, no knowledge, no genius; and Fancy herself would lie muffled up in her robe, inactive, pale, and bloated.