Hypocrisy (n.) is that against which the best defense is love.
Hypocrisy (n.) lurks even in hunting hypocrites, and the hunter must watch that his hunt is not itself hypocrisy; such discoveries are hardly the fruits of love.
Hypocrisy (n.) is best defended against not by shrewdness, which is a dangerous proximity, but by love, which is a yawning chasm — the true lover exposes hypocrites without even noticing.
Hypocrisy (n.) lies in the very seeing and judging of the mote in a brother's eye: that is the beam in your own — a Christian severity that turns a mite into an elephant, for to judge it in God's presence (and He is always present) is lèse-majesté.
Hypocrisy (n.) is offense at oneself, and offense is hypocrisy to oneself — so all hypocrisy ends by deceiving oneself, and unhealed offense ends as a fig leaf before others.
Hypocrisy (n.) learned from Christianity only to change its mask: it now copies the publican, standing far off with downcast eyes and thanking God that it is not like this Pharisee.