Sister Souljah Quotes

There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.

Well, you can't trust most people in this game, period; it can be a very shady business.

I wouldn't trust [Richard] Nixon from here to that phone.

He [Henry Clay] is certainly the basest, meanest scoundrel that ever disgraces the image of God—nothing too mean or low for him to condescend to.

One of the things I can't stand about this town is the back-stabbing. Where I grew up, we're front-stabbers.

Men who retain irony are not to be trusted. They can't always resist an impulse to tickle themselves.

We have become a sloppy bunch of people. We say things we don’t mean. We make promises we don’t keep.

Lies require commitment.

He that is dishonest, trusts nobody.

In order to be profoundly dishonest, a person must have one of two qualities: either he is unscrupulously ambitious, or he is unswervingly egocentric.

Men's vows are women's traitors!

It is nasty. You can think that you know someone in this business and you really don't. You can be stabbed in the back very easily. You can be praised very easily. It doesn't matter who you are or what you do.

A guy who'd cheat on his wife would cheat at cards.

I am in no mood to be deceived any longer by the crafty devil and false character whose greatest pleasure is to take advantage of everyone.

Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another.

The betrayal of trust carries a heavy taboo.

Bad faith likes discourse on friendship and loyalty.

He who knows how to flatter also knows how to slander.

The addict will screw you over and lie to you and do all kinds of things.

It's hard finding people you trust or who aren't going to take your money. Everyone wants to get a piece of whatever you're doing. It's a nightmare.

Promises and pie-crust are made to be broken.

You can't trust a promise someone makes while they're drunk, in love, hungry, or running for office.

Knavery and flattery are blood relations.

Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.

'Twas but my tongue, 'twas not my soul that swore.