We are not hypocrites in our sleep. - William Hazlitt

The perfect joys of heaven do not satisfy the cravings of nature.

This Journal, then, is a depository for every species of political sophistry and personal calumny. There is no abuse or corruption that does not there find a jesuitical palliation or a bare-faced vindication. There we meet the slime of hypocrisy, the varnish of courts, the cant of pedantry, the cobwebs of the law, the iron hand of power. Its object is as mischievous as the means by which it is pursued are odious.

Life is the art of being well-deceived; and in order that the deception may succeed it must be habitual and uninterrupted.