Baloney is the unvarnished lie laid on so thick you hate it. Blarney is flattery laid on so thin you love it.

baloney is flattery so thick it cannot be true; blarney is flatter so thin we like it.

I hate careless flattery, the kind that exhausts you in your efforts to believe it

The big print giveth, and the fine print taketh away.

The proud man counts his newspaper clippings, the humble man his blessings.

Show me your hands. Do they have scars from giving? Show me your feet. Are they wounded in service? Show me your heart. Have you left a place for divine love?