Matilda told such dreadful lies, It made one gasp and stretch ones eyes; Her aunt, who from her earliest youth, Had kept a strict regard for truth, Attempted to believe Matilda: The effort very nearly killed her. – Hilaire Belloc
What does the truth matter? Havent we mothers all given our sons a taste for lies, lies which from the cradle upwards lull them, reassure them, send them to sleep: lies as soft and warm as a breast! – Georges Bernanos
I have two sisters and a mother, obviously, so I grew up with a household of girls. Maybe I have a greater respect for women because of it. – Hayden Christensen
