A taste for truth at any cost is a passion which spares nothing.

A taste for truth at any cost is a passion which spares nothing

There is scarcely any passion without struggle.

There are crimes of passion and crimes of logic. The boundary between them is not clearly defined.

Man is always prey to his truths. Once he has admitted them, he cannot free himself from them.

Don't lies eventually lead to the truth? And don't all my stories, true or false, tend toward the same conclusion? Don't they all have the same meaning? So what does it matter whether they are true or false if, in both cases, they are significant of what I have been and what I am? Sometimes it is easier to see clearly into the liar than into the man who tells the truth. Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.