And does the truth mean something to you? That is to say, is it important? Have you been lied to, have you had lies told about you?
The truth sears, a bitter liquor burning down my throat.
There was some truth in that. Then I didn’t feel like drowning.
But the truth has a strange way of following you, of coming up to you and making you listen to what it has to say.
The truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.
Well — the real truth — that is, every single little thing, with nothing missing at all, wouldn’t be dangerous. I suppose that’s God’s truth.
You forget that a thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.
I think telling the truth is about as healthy as skidding round a comer at sixty.
The truth has a way of changing to suit the purpose of those in charge.
Understand this, I mean to arrive at the truth. The truth, however ugly in itself, is always curious and beautiful to the seeker after it.
But we hold several threads in our hands, and the odds are that one or other of them guides us to the truth. We may waste time in following the wrong one, but sooner or later we must come upon the right.
About the truth, if you give it to a person, then he has power over you. And if someone gives it to you, then they have made themselves your slave. It is a strong magic. You can never take it back.