“Idiots always keep burying the truths not knowing that even the stomachs of the graves cannot digest the truths and throw up!”
“Dear me. Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion.”
“Yet truth is a diamond; even mishandles, smeared with grease, or buried in mud, it cannot be marred and waits for one with a cloth to polish it clean.”
“Even idiots ocasionally speak the truth accidentally.”
“That’s the problem with any ‘simple truth’—it always takes a gaggle of complete idiots or a team of all-knowing geniuses to miss it.”
“Maybe the truth can't be buried. Or maybe it can't stay buried. Maybe the very nature of truth is that it will ultimately reveal itself.”