Timothy Connor

Do not be angry with me if I tell you the truth

If you tell the truth you don’t have to remember anything.

Why shouldn’t truth be stranger than fiction? Fiction, after all, has to make sense.

It is more from carelessness about truth than from intentionally lying that there is so much falsehood in the world.

All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie.

Truth is a good dog; but always beware of barking too close to the heels of an error, lest you get your brains kicked out.

Truth is so hard to tell, it sometimes needs fiction to make it plausible.

The truth is incontrovertible. Malice may attack it and ignorance may deride it, but in the end, there it is.

Truth isn’t truth.

The honest truth is that every day was new, every day was a challenge, every day was starting from a fresh place, and as time went on, over the course of about two years, things became better and better. But I don’t think that there was for me anything like, ‘Ah, this is taking too long’, because ‘long’ didn’t exist. So I see it as a blessing. I have to laugh. I mean there’s no other way to look at it.

It is a pleasure to stand upon the shore, and to see ships tost upon the sea: a pleasure to stand in the window of a castle, and to see a battle and the adventures thereof below: but no pleasure is comparable to standing upon the vantage ground of truth… and to see the errors, and wanderings, and mists, and tempests, in the vale below.

The bullsh*t is more interesting than the truth.

To tell the truth is very difficult, and young people are rarely capable of it.

Man has always sacrificed truth to his vanity, comfort and advantage. He lives by makebelieve.

The truth is that there is nothing noble in being superior to somebody else. The only real nobility is in being superior to your former self.