Normally, anything done in the name of 'the kids' strikes me as either slightly sentimental or faintly sinister— that redolence of moral blackmail that adheres to certain charitable appeals and certain kinds of politician. (Not for nothing is baby-kissing the synonym for public insincerity.)

Miss Bingley's congratulations to her brother, on his approaching marriage, were all that was affectionate and insincere.

You've always lived a life of pretense, not a real life-- a simulated existence, not a genuine existence. Everything about you, everything you are, has always been pretense, never genuine, never real.

When you aren't sincere you need to pretend, and by pretending you end up believing yourself; that's the basic principle of every faith.

A sign of a lover of wisdom is his delight in not running his mouth about things he doesn't know.

Is insincerity such a terrible thing? I think not. It is merely a method by which we can multiply our personalities.

What people call insincerity is simply a method by which we can multiply our personalities.

The most exhausting thing in life, I have discovered, is being insincere.

A false friend and a shadow attend only while the sun shines.