… patriotism is usually the refuge of the scoundrel. He is the man who talks the loudest.
Samuel Langhorne Clemens, 1835-1910
Patriotism is the last refuge of the scoundrel.
Loyalty is a word which has worked vast harm; for it has been made to trick men into being "loyal" to a thousand iniquities, whereas the true loyalty should have been to themselves - in which case there would have ensured a rebellion, and the throwing off of that deceptive yoke.
Every man has his disciples, and it’s always Judas who writes the biography
Many kiss the hand they wish cut off.
Guard against the impostures of pretended patriotism.
Man, I don't got any real fans. Just fair-weather ones and groupies.
To say the truth, so Judas kissed his master And cried, 'All hail!' when as he meant all harm.
Thus much for thy assurance know; a hollow friend is but a hellish foe.
Patriotism is the trump card of a scoundrel.
Friends make pretence of following to the grave but before one is in it, their minds are turned and making the best of their way back to life and living people and things they understand.
Friendship is but a name; fidelity but an empty name.
A politician will do anything to keep his job - even become a patriot.
Here's your enemy for this week, the government says. And some gullible Americans click their heels and salute -- often without knowing who or even where the enemy of the week is.
[Beware of those] who aim at popularity under the disguise of patriotism.
Co-opted convictions will always betray you.
People are very nice to me, and they've been nice as my career has gotten better and I've gotten more jobs. But the reality is that if I decided tomorrow that I didn't want to act anymore, it's not like people are going to be like, 'Please, come back!'
Call someone your lord and he'll sell you in the slave market.
I used to advertise my loyalty and I don't believe there is a single person I loved that I didn't eventually betray.
The best way to weaken one's enemy was to get him to believe that you were on his side.
put on the livery of the best master only to serve the worst.
What are friends ? Friends are people that you think are your friends But they really your enemies, with secret indentities And disguises, to hide they true colors So just when you think you close enough to be brothers They wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin'.
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).
Seeming devotion does but gild a knave, That's neither faithful, honest, just, nor brave; But where religion does with virtue join, It makes a hero like an angel shine.
Everybody by your side ain't on your side