A Quote by Cesare Borgia

Hearts can deceive. Words can deceive. But eyes we should trust. — © Cesare Borgia
Hearts can deceive. Words can deceive. But eyes we should trust.
If you deceive me once shame on you because I have trusted you once and you have deceived me, if you deceive me twice shame on me because I have learnt my lessons and you have deceive me and if you deceive me for the third time shame on me because am a compound fool.
Propaganda does not deceive people; it merely helps them to deceive themselves.
Those who deceive others, deceive themselves, as they will find at last, to their cost.
It is not hard to deceive ministers, relatives and friends. But it is impossible to deceive Christ.
I did not deceive you, mon ami. At most, I permitted you to deceive yourself.
It is easier to deceive yourself, and to do so unperceived, than to deceive another.
We learn to deceive ourselves while we are trying to deceive others.
Most of us are aware of and pretend to detest the barefaced instances of that hypocrisy by which men deceive others, but few of us are upon our guard or see that more fatal hypocrisy by which we deceive and over-reach our own hearts.
When a person cannot deceive himself the chances are against his being able to deceive other people.
Those who try to achieve success without hard work ultimately deceive themselves-or worse-deceive others.
It is as easy to unknowingly deceive yourself as it is to deceive others.
Plains deceive you; they cause you to think that life is easy! Mountains never deceive you; they teach you the realties! Go to the mountains!
Human beings seem to have an almost unlimited capacity to deceive themselves, and to deceive themselves into taking their own lies for truth.
It is as easy to deceive one's self without perceiving it, as it is difficult to deceive others without their finding out.
I have an idea, and I have a perpetrator, and I write the book along those lines, and when I get to the last chapter, I change the perpetrator so that if I can deceive myself, I can deceive the reader.
He felt all the torment of his and her position, all the difficulties they were surrounded by in consequence of their station in life, which exposed them to the eyes of the whole world, obliged them to hide their love, to lie and deceive, and again to lie and deceive, to scheme and constantly think about others while the passion that bound them was so strong that they both forgot everything but their love.
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