If thou desirest that thy falsehood be believ’d, then mingle therein a portion of truth.

A liar must needs possess a faithful memory. For if one speaketh truth, there is naught to be remember’d.

In our age doth falsehood resemble the Lernaean Hydra: strike down one, and in its stead shall spring forth ten more.

Falsehood hath ever need of craft and cunning, whilst truth is well content with plain simplicity.

Upon the tongue of a liar hang two scourges: one for himself, and the other for him that did believe him.

A man beginneth with a petty falsehood - perchance a feigning of ill health - then rooteth it deeper by spinning further fables before physicians and kinsmen. At last, one simple falsehood begetteth an whole Hydra of lies, working dire mischief upon all that be entangled therein.

Whence cometh unto thee the surety that thy knowledge is verily the truth?

A cunning liar shall set forth the truth in such wise that men shall deem it a falsehood, yet uttereth he not a single word of untruth.

This fellow spake no falsehood in any of his words, yet did the folk well-nigh sell unto him their very souls for but a single petition. #kpopdemonhunters

Qui semel mentitur, ei nihil credendum est. He that once hath lied, ought nevermore to be trusted. © Marcus Tullius Cicero

Cease thy hiding. I shall find thee nonetheless.

The finest falsehood is but a man’s own misguided conclusion, whereof one may take advantage. We are o’ermuch proud to give credence unto our own erring.

Queen Elizabeth II died 3 years ago today.

Ignorance is the root malady of our age. It grants lies their dominion, fuels wars drenched in blood, enables genocide, and hastens civilisation’s decay. Where truth is unknown, tyranny thrives.

As Wordsworth once mused, the mountains endure whilst man frets over passing storms. So too our troubles: fleeting shadows against eternity’s stone. What we deem unbearable today is but a sigh in the great symphony of time.

Psalm 46:1 - God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.

September 11th stands as a dark scar upon mankind’s story. Yet even in sorrow we must confess—our sight is but a narrow window, never the full horizon of truth.

Pray tell, what do you deem the chief affliction of modern society? Pseudoscience? Ailments of the flesh? Or perchance the fashions of thought and ideology themselves?