Never tell a lie when you can tell the truth.
You should know the difference between secrets and lies.
Every religion lies. Every moral precept is a delusion. Even the stars are a mirage. The truth is darkness, and the only thing that matters is making a statement before one enters it. Cutting the skin of the world and leaving a scar. That’s all history is, after all: scar tissue.
We are liars. We are beautiful and privileged. We are cracked and broken.
There are few reasons for telling the truth, but for lying the number is infinite.
Lies are comforting. Truth is painful.
I’m tired of the lies and the cheating, and the broken promises that were never meant to be kept.
If you confront anyone who has lied with the truth, they usually admit it – often out of sheer surprise. It is only necessary to guess right to produce your effect.
Greatness inspires envy, envy engenders spite, spite spawns lies.
Buy a pup and your money will buy love unflinching that cannot lie.
A lie is more comfortable than doubt, more useful than love, more lasting than truth.[La mentira es más cómoda que la duda, más útil que el amor, más perdurable que la verdad.]
A harmful truth is better than a useful lie.
