The mould of a man's fortune is in his own hands. >>
For a crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; a >>
Old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and ol >>
Every violation of truth is not only a sort of suicide in the liar, bu >>
You don't tell deliberate lies, but sometimes you have to be evasive. >>
Lying is like alcoholism. You are always recovering. >>
Lies are sufficient to breed opinion, and opinion brings on substance.