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The further the spiritual evolution of mankind advances, the more certain it seems to me that the path to genuine religiosity does not lie through the fear of life, and the fear of death, and blind faith, but through striving after rational knowledge.

Time that withers you will wither me. We will fall like ripe fruit and roll down the grass together. Dear friend, let me lie beside you watching the clouds until the earth covers us and we are gone.

If every life is a river, then it's little wonder that we do not even notice the changes that occur until we are far out in the darkest sea. One day you look around and nothing is familiar, not even your own face. My name once meant daughter, grandaughter, friend, sister, beloved. Now those words mean only what their letters spell out; Star in the night sky. Truth in the darkness. I have crossed over to a place where I never thought I'd be. I am someone I would have never imagined. A secret. A dream. I am this, body and soul. Burn me. Drown me. Tell me lies. I will still be who I am.

Our nature lies in movement; complete calm is death.

A lie is more comfortable than doubt, more useful than love, more lasting than truth.

You've got to lie to stay halfway interested in yourself.

The Saint whose water can light lamps, the clairvoyant whose lapse in recall is the breath of God, the true paranoid for whom all is organized in spheres joyful or threatening about the central pulse of himself, the dreamer whose puns probe ancient fetid shafts and tunnels of truth all act in the same special relevance to the word, or whatever it is the word is there, buffering, to protect us from. The act of metaphor than was a thrust at truth and a lie, depending where you were: inside, safe or outside, lost.

It’s not lying, it’s flirting.

Make a list of all the lovers you've ever had. Warren Lasher Ed "Rubberhead" Catapano Charles Deats or Keats Alfonse Tuck it in your pocket. Leave it lying around, conspicuously. Somehow you lose it. Make "mislaid" jokes to yourself. Make another list.

Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.

First comes smiles, then lies. Last is gunfire.-Roland Deschain, of Gilead

America is therefore the land of the future, where, in the ages that lie before us, the burden of the World's History shall reveal itself.

Who knows what may lie around the next corner? There may be a window somewhere ahead. It may look out on a field of sunflowers.

In order to maintain our way of living, we must tell lies to each other, and especially to ourselves.

Life is more or less a lie, but then again, that's exactly the way we want it to be.

Stories may well be lies, but they are good lies that say true things, and which can sometimes pay the rent.

It does not pay to cherish symbols when the substance lies so close at hand.

What a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color.

Life in a box is better than no life at all, I expect. You'd have a chance at least. You could lie there thinking: Well, at least I'm not dead.

Time that never ends, that never passes, that remains in the present, where all of life's secrets lie.

I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self contained; I stand and look at them long and long. They do not sweat and whine about their condition; They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins; They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God; Not one is dissatisfied-not one is demented with the mania of owning things; Not one kneels to another, nor his kind that lived thousands of years ago; Not one is responsible or industrious over the whole earth.