She is not refined. She is not unrefined. She keeps a parrot

Everybody lies...every day, every hour, awake, asleep, in his dreams, in his joy, in his mourning. If he keeps his tongue still his hands, his feet, his eyes, his attitude will convey deception.

The trouble is not in dying for a friend, but in finding a friend worth dying for.

The statesmen will invent cheap lies, putting the blame upon the nation that is being attacked, and every man will be glad of these conscience-soothing falsities

The most difficult We do not deal in facts when we are contemplating ourselves.

Honesty is often the best policy, but sometimes the appearance of it is worth six of it.

In Austria an editor who can write well is valuable, but he is not likely to remain so unless he can handle a sabre with charm.