“ Lying is a trivial thing, we live in the midst of it and simply smile at it, we practise it without imagining we are hurting anyone, but jealousy suffers from it and sees in it more than is really behind it (often our friend refuses to spend the evening with us and goes to the theatre simply so that we shall not see her looking off-colour) , just as it often is blind to what is hidden by truth. ”
 Marcel Proust, The Prisoner (1923). copy citation