When people say they do not care what others think of them, for the most part they deceive themselves. Generally read more

When people say they do not care what others think of them, for the most part they deceive themselves. Generally they mean only that they will do as they choose, in the confidence that no one will know their vagaries; and at the utmost only that they are willing to act contrary to the opinion of the majorities because they are supported by the approval of their neighbors. It’s not difficult to be unconventional in the eyes of the world when your unconventionality is but the convention of your set.

You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the
people some of the read more

You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the
people some of the time, but you cannot fool all of the people
all of the time.

Clouds that thunder do not always rain.

Clouds that thunder do not always rain.

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.]

The pleasures of the world are deceitful; they promise more than they give. They trouble us in seeking them, they read more

The pleasures of the world are deceitful; they promise more than they give. They trouble us in seeking them, they do not satisfy us when possessing them and they make us despair in losing them.

We are never deceived, we deceive ourselves.
[Ger., Man wird betrogen, man betrugt sich selbst.]

We are never deceived, we deceive ourselves.
[Ger., Man wird betrogen, man betrugt sich selbst.]

One may outwit another, but not all the others.
[Fr., On peut etre plus fin qu'un autre, mais non read more

One may outwit another, but not all the others.
[Fr., On peut etre plus fin qu'un autre, mais non pas plus fin
que tous les autres.]

Think'st thou there are no serpents in the world
But those who slide along the grassy sod,
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Think'st thou there are no serpents in the world
But those who slide along the grassy sod,
And sting the luckless foot that presses them?
There are who in the path of social life
Do bask their spotted skins in Fortune's sun,
And sting the soul.

It is vain to find fault with those arts of deceiving, wherein
men find pleasure to be deceived.

It is vain to find fault with those arts of deceiving, wherein
men find pleasure to be deceived.