Don’t you love to look at coffins? I’ve always enjoyed looking at one now and then. I think of a coffin as an absolutely lovely piece of furniture, even when it’s empty, and if there’s someone lying in it, it’s really quite sublime in my eyes.

Think about how much falsehood and deceit there is in the world! How much exaggeration! How many untruths are added to a simple story! How many things are left out, if it does not serve the speaker’s interest to tell them! How few there are around us of whom we can say, that we trust their word without question!

She was a handsome woman of forty-five and would remain so for many years.

The temple through which alone lies the road to that of Liberty.

John Barleycorn makes his appeal to weakness and failure, to weariness and exhaustion. He is the easy way out. And he is lying all the time. He offers false strength to the body, false elevation to the spirit, making things seem what they are not and vastly fairer than what they are.

As long as we decline to allow sick uninsured people to just lie down and die on the side of the road, everybody has to have insurance for the health care system to work sanely.

For sure it’s better to have a coach. I won’t lie to you. It’s better to have someone to help you. I need it, you know. But as I say all the time, it’s not easy to feel someone. That person has to be – has to be, for me, like good, first of all, but has to be hard and also understand my personality.

I won’t lie to you. It’s better to have someone to help you. I need it…

A boxing workout is the heaviest thing, but it’s the best. The worst part is that boxing gyms are the smelliest things in the universe. You have to lie down on the floor, where everyone has been sweating and spitting, and do 1,000 situps and push-ups.

For me to say I wasn’t a genius, I would just be lying to you and to myself.

It was definitely hard for me to keep pushing it off, to keep essentially lying

to everyone, ’cause I kinda knew that I wasn’t gonna come back.

There exists in man a mass of sense lying in a dormant state, and which, unless something excites it to action, will descend with him, in that condition,to the grave

I seek truth over a lie; I seek justice over injustice; I seek righteousness over the rewards of evildoers, and I love Allah more than I love the state.

Therefore we say that a lying Spirit has been in the mouth of the writers of the books of the Bible

Advertising is legitimised lying.

It is a lie that people who love each other must know everything about each other. Love must occasionally allow for a gap.

I’m not going to lie. I would definitely steal stuff from set.

The most offensive is not their lying—one can always forgive lying—lying is a delightful thing, for it leads to truth—what is offensive is that they lie and worship their own lying…

It is better for you to be free of fear lying upon a pallet, than to have a golden couch and a rich table and be full of trouble.

Just because they’re going to the gym, a lot of guys wear old T-shirts that look like they’ve been lying in the closet for 15 years. My workout clothes have to work.

Normal children often pass through stages of passionate cruelty, laziness, lying and thievery.

I believe that mathematical reality lies outside us, that our function is to discover or observe it, and that the theorems which we prove, and which we describe grandiloquently as our “creations,” are simply the notes of our observations.

I was not lying. I said things that later on seemed to be untrue.

One of the biggest lies in the world is that crime doesn’t pay. Of course, crime pays.

There’s a rebel lying deep in my soul.

I’ve learned I’m not lying by not saying anything, so I just don’t say it anymore.

Misers get up early in the morning; and burglars, I am informed, get up the night before.

Lying in a featherbed will bring you no fame, nor staying beneath the quilt, and he who uses up his life without achieving fame leaves no more vestige of himself on Earth than smoke in the air or foam upon the water.

Me and a mate picked up two darling birds and they took us back to their flat. I went into the bedroom with my bird and she started getting undressed. I was that drunk I was standing there wondering how to get undressed without letting go of the award. I went to sit on the bed, missed it by four feet and ended up lying on the floor. I remember the bird looking down at me, and saying, ‘Some player of the year.’ Then I fell asleep. I woke up still clutching my award and staggered out of the flat. I hadn’t a bloody clue where I was.

Father I cannot tell a lie. I did it with my little hatchet.