When one is in love one begins by deceiving oneself. And one ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.
Wyrd bib ful araed. Fate is fate. It cannot be changed or cheated.
We always deceive ourselves twice about the people we love – first to their advantage, then to their disadvantage.
People are easily duped by those whom they love, and conceit is apt to deceive itself.[On est aifément dupé par ce qu’on aime; Et l’amour-propre engage à fe tromper foi-même.]
One who deceives will always find those who allow themselves to be deceived.
One is never deceived, but rather deceives oneself.
Anything’s better than lying and deceit.[Все лучше лжи и обмана!]
