Exaggeration is a blood relation to falsehood, and nearly as blameable.
Perfectly truthful men of vivid imagination and great force of sentiment often feel so warmly, and express themselves so strongly, as to give what they say a disagreeable air of exaggeration and almost of falsehood.
Some persons are exaggerators by temperament.—They do not mean untruth, but their feelings are strong, and their imaginations vivid, so that their statements are largely discounted by those of calm judgment and cooler temperament.—They do not realize that "we always weaken what we exaggerate."
There is a sort of harmless liars, frequently to be met with in company, who deal much in the marvellous. Their usual intention is to please and entertain: but as men are most delighted with what they conceive to be truth, these people mistake the means of pleasing, and incur universal blame.
The habit of exaggeration becomes, in time, a slavish necessity, and they who practise it pass their lives in a kind of mental telescope through whose magnifying medium they look upon themselves, and every thing around them.
Some men can never state an ordinary fact in ordinary terms.—All their geese are swans, till you see the birds.
There are some persons who would not for their lives tell a direct and wilful lie, but who so exaggerate that it seems as if for their lives they could not tell the exact truth.
Exaggerated language employed on trivial occasions spoils that simplicity and singleness of mind so necessary to a right judgment of ourselves and others.