But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
Agree to a short armistice with truth.
In truth, he was a noble steed.
Truth is always strange, stranger than fiction.
Adversity is the first path to truth.
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