Occasionally words must serve to veil the facts. But let this happen in such a way that no one become aware of it; or, if it should be noticed, excuses must be at hand to be produced immediately.
Men should die for lies. But the truth is too precious to die for.
Loretta Castorini: What am I going to tell him?
Cosmo Castorini: Tell him the truth. They find out anyway.
A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.
First of all, be what you are.
If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.
The heavens and earth stay as they were; my heart
Beats as it beat: the truth remains the truth.
Truth is within ourselves.
The lie was dead
And damned, and truth stood up instead.
The poets are wrong of course. … But then poets are almost always wrong about facts. That’s because they are not really interested in facts: only in truth: which is why the truth they speak is so true that even those who hate poets by simple and natural instinct are exalted and terrified by it.
So vast, so limitless in capacity is man’s imagination to disperse and burn away the rubble-dross of fact and probability, leaving only truth and dream.
Even a liar can be scared into telling the truth, same as an honest man can be tortured into telling a lie.
Men are influenced by big loud empty words, styes which swell the eyelids and impede vision of the truth.
Howard: I wonder why your story never wavers from exactly the same words. It suggests either that you have an extraordinary memory…or you’re telling the plain, unvarnished truth.
Truth is the daughter of time, and I feel no shame in being her midwife.
Charlie Skinner: Facts are the center. Facts. We don’t pretend that certain facts are in dispute to give the appearance of fairness to people who don’t believe them. Balance is irrelevant to me. It has nothing to do with the truth, logic, or reality.
Jessep: You can’t handle the truth. Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who’s gonna do it? You? You, Lieutenant Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom.
Wayne: Am I supposed to just turn my back and leave, am I supposed to be a man? Am I supposed say, it’s okay, I don’t mind, I don’t mind? Well I mind, I mind big time! And you know what the worst part of it all is? I never learned to read!
Cassandra: Is that true?
Wayne: Yes, everything except the reading part.
A man dies when he refuses to stand up for that which is right. A man dies when he refuses to stand up for justice. A man dies when he refuses to take a stand for that which is true.
He who permits himself to tell a lie once, finds it much easier to do it a second and third time, till at length it becomes habitual; he tells lies without attending to it, and truth without the world’s believing him. This falsehood of the tongue leads to that of the heart, and in time depraves all its good dispositions.
Mal: This report is maybe twelve years old. Parliament buried it, and it stayed buried till River dug it up. This is what they feared she knew. And they were right to fear, ’cause there’s a whole universe of folk who are gonna know it too. They’re gonna see it. Somebody has to speak for these people.
Brian: It’s not lying when they make you lie, when the only truth they can deal with is their own.