“There's one thing you may be sure of, Pip,” said Joe, after some rumination, “namely, that lies is lies.
A lie, lying, or falsehood, is the uttering of what one knows to be false with intent to deceive.
What’s the most offensive is not their lying—one can always forgive lying—lying is a delightful thing, for it leads to truth—what is offensive is that they lie and worship their own lying.... I respect Porfiry, but... What threw them out at first?
Visual lies are, however, a diminishing minority in comparison with the lies that are heard.
But in consequence of those discoveries, the commercial towns of Europe, instead of being the manufacturers and carriers for but a very small part of the world (that part of Europe which is washed by the Atlantic ocean, and the countries which lie round the Baltic and Mediterranean seas), have now become the manufacturers for the numerous and thriving cultivators of America, and the carriers, and in some respects the manufacturers too, for almost all the different nations of Asia, Africa, and America.
And so in gymnastics, if a man takes violent exercise and is a great feeder, and the reverse of a great student of music and philosophy, at first the high condition of his body fills him with pride and spirit, and lie becomes twice the man that he was.
We have to assume here the standpoint of absolute rigorism, and to say with Kant, “The lie in its mere form is man’s crime against his own nature, and is a vice which must make a man disreputable in his own eyes.”