“All truth is simple ... is that not doubly a lie?”

“Everything straight lies,' murmured the dwarf disdainfully. 'All truth is crooked, time itself is a circle.”

“...inability to lie is still far from being love to truth. Be on your guard! ... He who cannot lie, doth not know what truth is.”

“What is the truth, but a lie agreed upon.”

“He who does not lie does not know what truth is.”

“You may lie with your mouth, but with the mouth you make as you do so you none the less tell the truth.”

“Truth is a mobile army of metaphors, metonyms, anthropomorphisms, in short, a sum of human relations which were poetically and rhetorically heightened, transferred, and adorned, and after long use seem solid, canonical, and binding to a nation. Truths are illusions about which it has been forgotten that they are illusions.from "On Truth and Lying in an Extra-Moral Sense”