You know you’ve reached the final truth only when it dies and there is nothing left but reality.

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The most honest man: Some hidden but central fear of the truth turned a wheel of flickering little peripheral truths, and they lit up his night. He managed his conscience with this arm’s length irrelevance so well that not a single falsehood ever left his lips.

The most dishonest man: He knew that the deepest truths hurt, and so he was sincere with his acts of kindness.

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