“In this world of lies, Truth is forced to fly like a scared white doe in the woodlands; and only by cunning glimpses will she reveal herself, as in Shakespeare and other masters of the great Art of Telling the Truth, — even though it be covertly, and by snatches.”

“And even a liar can be scared into telling the truth, same as honest man can be tortured into telling a lie.”

“She didn’t know which she liked less, having people tell lies about her or having people know the truth.”

“The Kafka paradox: art depends on truth, but truth, being indivisable, cannot know itself: to tell the truth is to lie. thus the writer is the truth, and yet when he speaks he lies.”

“The truth lies in black and white.”

“I don’t think she told any lies. She just forgot to tell the whole truth.”

“I have said to you to speak the truth is a painful thing. To be forced to tell lies is much worse.”

“We all know that Art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize truth, at least the truth that is given us to understand. The artist must know the manner whereby to convince others of the truthfulness of his lies. If he only shows in his work that he has searched, and re-searched, for the way to put over lies, he would never accomplish anything.”

“763. Better speake truth rudely then lye covertly.”

“The truth is that the past exists no more than the future, even though it feels as though it does.”