#liar

If one is to be called a liar, one may as well make an effort to deserve the name. ↗

— A. A. Milne

#deserve #effort #liar #make #may

At last the best of artisans ordained that that creature to whom He had been able to give nothing proper to himself should have joint possession of whatever had been peculiar to each of the different kinds of being. ↗

— Giovanni Pico della Mirandola

#artisans #been #being #best #creature

It is the peculiar quality of a fool to perceive the faults of others and to forget his own. ↗

— Marcus Tullius Cicero

#fool #forget #his #others #own

Nature, reason, and Christianity recognize no other. Pride may say Nay; but Pride was always a liar, and a great hater of the truth. ↗

— Susanna Moodie

#christianity #great #hater #liar #may

Anyone who watches a lot of television, or listens to pop music, is familiar with a certain vision of America. If not exactly colorblind, this America is one in which different races easily interact, in which a white person might have an Asian boss, Hispanic stepson, or African-American frenemy. ↗

— Wesley Morris

#america #anyone #asian #boss #certain

I am determined to hold on as long as possible, but if I should disappear, I should not have had the time to familiarize my successors with the necessary information. ↗

— Jean Moulin

#determined #disappear #familiarize #had #hold

I come from a political family. My father was a freedom fighter. He was a prominent leader of the locality and member of the Congress party. He spent 10 years in British prisons. In the evening, in our living room, the only subject we used to discuss was politics. So politics was not unfamiliar to me. ↗

— Pranab Mukherjee

#come #congress #discuss #evening #family

Truth is more peculiar than fiction. Life is really a startling place. ↗

— Mira Nair

#life #more #peculiar #place #really

You think, eventually, that nothing can disturb you and that your nerves are impregnable. Yet, looking down at that familiar face, I realized that death is something to which we never become calloused. ↗

— Eliot Ness

#death #disturb #down #eventually #face

It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it. ↗

— Anais Nin

#cease #familiar #function #magic #meaning