Craig Ferguson Quotes

Sometimes hyperbole and lying are not easily distinguishable [in politics].

She tells enough white lies to ice a wedding cake.

Lying is not only saying what isn't true. It is also, in fact especially, saying more than is true and, in the case of the human heart, saying more than one feels. We all do it, every day, to make life simpler.

The average person tells a few white lies.

When I was really young, I used to lie a lot. Now I get paid to do it.

Sometimes it is necessary to make things clearer than the truth.

It is perhaps being economical with the truth.

When politics comes in the door, truth goes out the window.

What’s the difference between my fabricating reports and your letting your agents do it? At least mine make sense.

Dishonesty is Trump's hallmark: He claimed that he had spoken clearly and boldly against going into Iraq. Wrong. He spoke in favor of invading Iraq. He said he saw thousands of Muslims in New Jersey celebrating 9/11. Wrong. He saw no such thing. He imagined it.

I compare it with a lie, which like to a snowball, the longer it is rolled the greater it becomes.

Unlike statements of fact, which require no further work on our part, lies must be continually protected from collisions with reality.

Donald Trump lies with astonishing frequency and in stunning volume.

The truth is still the truth whether or not you believe it. Can we say the same about lies? No, lies only exist because we believe them. If we don't believe in lies, they simply disappear.

You know what lies are for.

Truth is a naked and open daylight, that does not show the masques, and mummeries, and triumphs of the world, half so stately and daintily as candle-lights. . . A mixture of a lie doth ever add pleasure

And when all was said and done the lies a fellow told about himself couldn't probably hold a proverbial candle to the wholesale whoppers other fellows coined about him.

There are some disguised falsehoods so like truths, that 'twould be to judge ill not to be deceived by them.

I have followed after the truth, across this windy planet upon which every person is nourished by one or another lie.

Truth is treason in the empire of lies.

He tells so many lies that he convinces himself after a while that he's telling the truth. He just doesn't recognize truth or falsehood.

Truth is the first thing that present-day literature lacks. The writer has drowned himself in lies, he is too accustomed to speak prudently, with a careful look over his shoulder.

Since I wasn't able to leave a succession of beautiful lies, I want to leave the smidgen of truth that the falsehood of everything lets us suppose we can tell.

But still, if it's true, how can it be a lie?

Lying about things large and small has become so accepted by so many that they even lie about lying.