A Quote by Alexander Haig

That's not a lie, it's a terminological inexactitude. — © Alexander Haig
That's not a lie, it's a terminological inexactitude.
It cannot in the opinion of His Majesty's Government be classified as slavery in the extreme acceptance of the word without some risk of terminological inexactitude.
One can neither agree nor disagree with a terminological proposal, as long as it is clear that it is just that: terminological.
Glorify a lie, legalize a lie, arm and equip a lie, consecrate a lie with solemn forms and awful penalties, and after all it is nothing but a lie. It rots a land and corrupts a people like any other lie, and by and by the white light of God's truth shines clear through it, and shows it to be a lie.
Are you insinuating that I am a purveyor of terminological inexactitudes?
Terminological infelicities have a way of breeding conceptual confusion.
Art depends upon the inexactitude of sight.
No doubt, corporate CEOs who lie to their shareholders and politicians who lie to their public know and believe intellectually that lying is immoral. Why then do they lie? They lie to others because they first lie to themselves.
Typographical laziness was slowly destroying our culture, according to Lexa and her pals. Inexactitude was death.
Don't tell me of deception; a lie is a lie, whether it be a lie to the eye or a lie to the ear.
You told a lie, an odious damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie.
The wise thing is for us diligently to train ourselves to lie thoughtfully, judiciously; to lie with a good object, and not an evil one; to lie for others' advantage, and not our own; to lie healingly, charitably, humanely, not cruelly, hurtfully, maliciously; to lie gracefully and graciously, not awkwardly and clumsily; to lie firmly, frankly, squarely, with head erect, not haltingly, tortuously, with pusillanimous mien, as being ashamed of our high calling.
There's always a price you pay when you lie. Once you introduce a lie into a relationship, even for the best of intentions, it is always there. Whenever you’re with that person again, that lie is in the room too. It sits on your shoulder. Good lie or bad lie, it's in the room with you forever now. It's your constant companion.
The politician is trained in the art of inexactitude. His words tend to be blunt or rounded, because if they have a cutting edge they may later return to wound him.
You know that if you lie to yourself, surely other people lie to themselves. And if they lie to themselves, they will lie to you also.
Life is not an illogicality; yet it is a trap for logicians. It looks just a little more mathematical and regular than it is; its exactitude is obvious, but its inexactitude is hidden; its wildness lies in wait.
I've always thought that art is a lie, an interesting lie. And I'll sort of listen to the "lie" and try to imagine the world which makes that lie true...what that world must be like, and what would have to happen for us to get from this world to that one.
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