The path to the truth is found in the spaces between the lies.
A little inaccuracy sometimes saves tons of explanation.
There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and statistics.
Americans detest all lies except lies spoken in public or printed lies.
There is something about a closet that makes a skeleton terribly restless.
The perjurer's mother told white lies.
In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.
It is my intention to make my entire life a rejection of, a protest against the crimes and injustices of war and political tyranny which threaten to destroy the whole race of [humankind] and the world with [it] . . . . I make monastic silence a protest against the lies of politicians, propagandists, and agitators, and when I speak it is to deny that my faith and my church can ever be aligned with these forces of injustice and destruction. But it is true, nevertheless, that the faith in which I believe is also invoked by many who believe in war, believe in racial injustices, believe in self-righteous and lying forms of tyranny. My life must, then, be a protest against these also, and perhaps against these most of all.
The naked truth is always better than the best-dressed lie.
The insight that peace is the end of war, and that therefore a war is the preparation for peace, is at least as old as Aristotle, and the pretense that the aim of an armament race is to guard the peace is even older — namely, as old as the discovery of propaganda lies.