Hateful to me as are the gates of hell,
Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart,
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Hateful to me as are the gates of hell,
Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart,
Utters another.

We like to be deceived.

We like to be deceived.

Pretexts are not wanting when one wishes to use them.
[It., Non mancano pretesti quando si vuole.]

Pretexts are not wanting when one wishes to use them.
[It., Non mancano pretesti quando si vuole.]

The man creates a pseudonym and hides behind it like a worm

The man creates a pseudonym and hides behind it like a worm

Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks read more

Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.

It is the act of a bad man to deceive by falsehood.
[Lat., Improbi hominis est mendacio fallere.]

It is the act of a bad man to deceive by falsehood.
[Lat., Improbi hominis est mendacio fallere.]

It seems to me that there are two kinds of trickery: the "fronts" people assume before one another's eyes, and read more

It seems to me that there are two kinds of trickery: the "fronts" people assume before one another's eyes, and the "front" a writer puts on the face of reality.

False friends are like our shadow, keeping close to us while we walk in the sunshine, but leaving us the read more

False friends are like our shadow, keeping close to us while we walk in the sunshine, but leaving us the instant we cross into the shade.

Every crowd has a silver lining.

Every crowd has a silver lining.