I’m not upset that you lied to me, I’m upset that from now on I can’t believe you.
‘Lie,’ he said. ‘Why do you fabricate these outlandish stories?’
‘Well,’ I wanted to say, ‘there are those of us who create because all around us, things visible and invisible are crumbling. We are like the stonemasons of Babylon, forever working, as it says in Jeremiah, to shore up the city of walls.’
I didn’t say that, of course. What I did say was: ‘I don’t know.
Not telling everything you know is not the same as telling a lie.
There’s a tipping point with lies, a point where you’ve said something so many times that it feels truer than the truth.
Even if I am not the honestest type in the world I don’t want to lie more than is average.
He who loves lies suffers from no disease than lies! He who believes in and acts upon lies suffers from no disease than ignorance!
Stop lying to yourself. When we deny our own truth, we deny our own potential.
There are no pessimists; there are only realists and liars.
False encouragement is a kind of theft: it steals time, energy, and motivation a person could put toward some other purpose.
Perhaps we have been guilty of some terminological inexactitudes.