A sign of a lover of wisdom is his delight in not running his mouth about things he doesn’t know.

It is a mark of insincerity of purpose to spend one’s time in looking for the sacred Emperor in the low-class tea-shops.

Be willing to give, but only when you aren’t expecting anything in return.

The difficulty with humorists is that they will mix what they believe with what they don’t—whichever seems likelier to win an effect.

When you’re appeasing too much, you might be egotistically over-estimating everyone’s need for your approval.

Do not treat others as you would not like to be treated’ frees one from hypocrisy. ‘Treat others as you would like to be treated’ enslaves one with insincerity.

Men seek a great deal, but fatally close, albeit very different, is one’s pride in proving oneself right with one’s zeal for finding the truth.

To hear how much of a great human being you were — even if you really weren’t — open your ears at your funeral.

When you aren’t sincere you need to pretend, and by pretending you end up believing yourself; that’s the basic principle of every faith.

Being nice merely to be liked in return nullifies the point.

I let him run on, this papier-maché Mephistopheles, and it seemed to me that if I tried I could poke my forefinger through him, and would find nothing inside but a little loose dirt, maybe.

The expression Gone To The Dogs needs to be changed to Gone To Humans Without a Conscience

An insincere critic of a sincere person never wins.

Even his conversation was, as it were, a spoken part.

Normally, anything done in the name of ‘the kids’ strikes me as either slightly sentimental or faintly sinister—that redolence of moral blackmail that adheres to certain charitable appeals and certain kinds of politician. (Not for...

BE REALBring it on-And let truth be my existence.Value my life-And tell me like it is.Bark at me when I’m wrong-And hug me when I’m right.Praise me if I succeed-And tell me if I fail.Laugh...

You’ve always lived a life of pretense, not a real life– a simulated existence, not a genuine existence. Everything about you, everything you are, has always been pretense, never genuine, never real.

You can’t let the truth bring out the worst and let it get the best of you.

The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!

I had trouble listening to adults who didn’t really mean anything that they said; it was as if their language poured into my ears only to drain right out a little spigot in the back...

The great enemy of clear language is insincerity. When there is a gap between one’s real and one’s declared aims, one turns as it were instinctively to long words and exhausted idioms, like a cuttlefish...

Where the questions of religion are concerned people are guilty of every possible kind of insincerity and intellectual misdemeanor.

The aim is to love God because the pure heart loves loving God and because the true mind knows He deserves it. Unlike the accusations and beliefs of the critics and skeptics, it is neither...

I’ll bet I could find some hurtful words in a pile of sticks and stones. Something like an insincere and deceptive “I love you.

I appreciate a book intended to be judged by its cover. The insincere readers are often weeded out while the sincere readers remain curious.

I am always saying “Glad to’ve met you” to somebody I’m not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though.

Treat people like people. Beware of pity and patronization because in them, you can’t see when you’re unashamedly looking down on someone.