„How often have I said to you that when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains,, must be the truth?“

—  Arthur Conan Doyle, livro The Sign of the Four
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„As a child I was taught that to tell the truth was often painful. As an adult I have learned that not to tell the truth is more painful, and that the fear of telling the truth — whatever the truth may be — that fear is the most painful sensation of a moral life.“

—  June Jordan Poet, essayist, playwright, feminist and bisexual activist 1936 - 2002
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„You'll never get mixed up if you simply tell the truth. Then you don't have to remember what you have said, and you never forget what you have said.“

—  Sam Rayburn lawmaker from Bonham, Texas 1882 - 1961
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Do I have to tell the truth?
Do I have to shout it out?
Do I have to say a prayer?
Must I prove to you how good we are together?
Do I have to say the words?“

—  Bryan Adams Canadian singer-songwriter 1959
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„It tells you the truth. As for how to read it, you'll have to learn by yourself.“

—  Philip Pullman, His Dark Materials trilogy
His Dark Materials, The Golden Compass (1995), Context: "Lyra, I'm going to give you something, and you must promise to keep it private. Will you swear to that?" "Yes," Lyra said. He crossed to the desk and took from a drawer a small package wrapped in black velvet. When he unfolded the cloth, Lyra saw something like a large watch or a small clock: a thick disk of gold and crystal. It might have been a compass or something of the sort. "What is it?" she said. "It's an alethiometer. It's one of only six that were ever made. Lyra, I urge you again: keep it private. It would be better if Mrs. Coulter didn't know about it. Your uncle — " "But what does it do?" "It tells you the truth. As for how to read it, you'll have to learn by yourself. Now go — it's getting lighter — hurry back to your room before anyone sees you." The Master and Lyra, in Ch. 4 : The Alethiometer

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