There are certain persons for whom pure Truth is a poison.

The truth is rarely pure and never simple.

Truth is a tendency.

The market doesn't know what to do with itself. In the truth, I'm a bit worried.

The color of truth is gray.

She cracked a smile. "So what's your poison?"
He sighed dramatically, and let the truth tumble off his tongue. "Life."
"Ah," she said ruefully. "That'll kill you.