Falsehood is fire in stubble; it likewise turns all the light stuff around it into its own substance for a moment, one crackling blazing moment, and then dies; and all its converts are scattered in the wind, without place or evidence of their existence, as viewless as the wind which scatters them.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeNever can true courage dwell with them, Who, playing tricks with conscience, dare not look At their own vices.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge