Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.
— What's your purpose in Port Royal, Mr. Smith?
— And no lies.
— Why, then I confess. It is my intention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder, and otherwise pilfer my weaselly black guts
— I said «no lies!»
— I think he's telling the truth.
— If he were telling the truth, he wouldn't have told us.
— Unless of course you wouldn't believe the truth even if he told it to you.
— It's real. You actually were telling the truth.
— I do that quite a lot, yet people are always surprised.
When you have eliminated the impossible whatever remains must be the truth.
People find it far easier to forgive others for being wrong than being right.
Telling the truth's just the beginning. Owning it's the hard part.
"How many fingers am I holding up, Winston?"
"Four."
"And if the party says that it is not four but five--then how many?"