A man's subconscious self is not the ideal companion. It lurks for the greater part of his life in some dark den of its own, hidden away, and emerges only to taunt and deride and increase the misery of a miserable hour.
Falsehood often lurks upon the tongue of him, who, by self-praise, seeks to enhance his value in the eyes of others.
Wisdom oft lurks beneath a tattered coat.