Of all the animals, man is the only one that lies.

Lies run sprints, but the truth runs marathons.

You can call me a fat, balding, talentless old queen who can't sing, but you can't tell lies about me.

History is a set of lies agreed upon.

In wartime, truth is so precious that she should always be attended by a bodyguard of lies.

The machinery of propaganda may pack their minds with falsehood and deny them truth for many generations of time. But the soul of man thus held in trance, or frozen in a long night, can be awakened by a spark coming from God knows where, and in a moment the whole structure of lies and oppression is on trial for its life.