Most artists think they're frauds anyway.
All men are frauds. The only difference between them is that some admit it. I myself deny it.
If I am a great man, then all great men are frauds.
These are called the pious frauds of friendship.
There are some frauds so well conducted that it would be stupidity not to be deceived by them.
Our works in stone, in paint, in print, are spared, some of them, for a few decades or a millennium or two, but everything must finally fall in war, or wear away into the ultimate and universal ash - the triumphs, the frauds, the treasures and the fakes. A fact of life: we're going to die. "Be of good heart," cry the dead artists out of the living past. "Our songs will all be silenced, but what of it? Go on singing. " Maybe a man's name doesn't matter all that much.
A good many established writers seem to have the feeling that some day they are going to be found out, revealed as frauds.
No matter how many red Xs we write on our hands to end slavery, as long as these same hands are clicking on pornographic websites and scrolling through sexual pictures and videos, we are frauds to the core.
I think it’s fairly common for writers to be afflicted with two simultaneous yet contradictory delusions, the burning certainty that we’re unique geniuses, and the constant fear that we’re witless frauds who are speeding toward epic failure.
Over the years, Charlie [Munger, Berkshire Hathaway Vice Chairman] and I have observed many accounting-based frauds of staggering size. Few of the perpetrators have been punished; many have not even been censured. It has been far safer to steal large sums with pen than small sums with a gun.
Never trust a sentimentalist. They are all alike, pretenders to virtue, at heart selfish frauds and sensualists.
