A Dictionary of New Epigrams
A lie is a verisimilitude of truth; or perhaps occasionally a terminological inexactitude.
Never, never, never lie, except to prevent the suffering of others, when you are willing for the lie to be exposed at a proper time and take full responsibility for the resulting actions.
To lie is to intentionally cause a person to believe something that isn’t true; thus to create a false belief by withholding information by intentional silence is to lie.
To lie is to pull a chain of lies into existence; a lie pulls a whole false world into existence.
A world with an imbedded lie will have unnecessary pains, because of the distortions the lie generates.
To lie to another convincingly trains one’s own self to lie to one’s self, and thus to voluntarily ruin one’s own character.
Should we feel pity for those who lie to us, when it is their intent to cheat us in some way?
In the past the King’s jesters were the only ones who were permitted to speak the truth; these days we call them standup comics. Everyone else is expected to lie, to promote their own self-interest.
Everyone can wheedle out some speck of truth from a lie, because words inevitably have soft boundaries, and a string of words can mean many things, some of which are inevitably true.
A man of good character chooses never to lie, because it would diminish him in his own self-worth, and that would hurt him more than suffering some loss of public status.
One white lie can discolor a lifetime of honest truth.
Lies can appear beautiful and exciting because there is no limit to their hopeful fantasies, and simple truth is generally plain, honest, boring and often grim.
Lying is easy, but telling the truth difficult because it involves the entire world; it’s like every speck of matter influences the Universe with its gravity.
Lying to others creates the habit of lying to one’s self, and that habit feeds back many times over, and that can’t help but lead to a distorted life.
There is no law against lying, and the Law of Karmic return demonstrates that truth.
John Gay wrote in The Beggar’s Opera, “Men were born to lie, and women to believe them,” and, no doubt, the vice versa is equally true; a marriage founded on lies will generate unnecessary stress that will never end.
Liars love lies and sadly that’s the reason TV, movies and celebrities are so popular.
We employ brilliant, creative people and give them a platform upon which to speak, and what do they do, they broadcast flagrant lies to drown out the quiet voice of truth.
We have the right to stand in Times Square in New York City, and amid the noise, speak the truth to the random passers-by.
When an unpleasant fact is accepted as true and integrated into one’s life everything behaves more consistently and life becomes easier.
When one is adapted to truth-filled reality there is nothing to be gained by accepting the fantastic lies that propel much of humanity.
Everyone claims to hate those who lie, and yet when the sophisticated liar puts on a friendly face and starts telling hope-filled nonsense stories he instantly has followers.
It is impossible to tell a perfect lie, that is, a lie that is false in every detail.
We all believe we see the lies our society immerses us within, because the lie we tell ourselves is that we see those external lies and so we are freed from them. If only it were so.
Does Satan tell the truth after he has laid his hand on a Bible?
A fine lie stands on its own two legs; it doesn’t need support.
Are we lying to ourselves when we claim to be seeking tranquility and contentment?