It is easy for men to talk one thing and think another.

It is easy for men to talk one thing and think another.

And prate and preach about what others prove,
As if the world and they were hand and glove.

And prate and preach about what others prove,
As if the world and they were hand and glove.

An ounce of hypocrisy is worth a pound of ambition. •Michael Korda We ought to see far enough read more

An ounce of hypocrisy is worth a pound of ambition. •Michael Korda We ought to see far enough into a hypocrite to see even his sincerity. •G. K. Chesterton Often a noble face hides filthy ways. •Euripides The only vice which cannot be forgiven is hypocrisy. The repentance of a hypocrite is itself hypocrisy.

Every man alone is sincere. At the entrance of a second person, hypocrisy begins.

Every man alone is sincere. At the entrance of a second person, hypocrisy begins.

We have, in fact, two kinds of morality side by side: one which we preach but do not practice, and read more

We have, in fact, two kinds of morality side by side: one which we preach but do not practice, and another which we practice but seldom preach.

The true hypocrite is the one who ceases to perceive his deception, the one who lies with sincerity.

The true hypocrite is the one who ceases to perceive his deception, the one who lies with sincerity.

A hypocrite is in himself both the archer and the mark, in all
actions shooting at his own praise read more

A hypocrite is in himself both the archer and the mark, in all
actions shooting at his own praise or profit.

When a man puts on a Character he is a stranger to, there's as
much difference between what he read more

When a man puts on a Character he is a stranger to, there's as
much difference between what he appears, and what he is really in
himself, as there is between a VIzor and a Face.

Let me be cruel, not unnatural;
I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
My tongue read more

Let me be cruel, not unnatural;
I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites:
How in my words somever she be shent,
To give them seals never, my soul, consent!