“I did not know then what Brother William was seeking, and to tell the truth, I still do not know today, and I presume he himself did not know, moved as he was solely by the desire for truth, and by the suspicion - which I could see he always harbored - that the truth was not what was appearing to him at any given moment.”

“I wish that I did not have to tell him this lie, when he knows more of my truth than anyone else in the world.”

“You know what truth is? [...] It's some crazy thing my neighbor believes. If I want to make friends with him, I ask him what he believes. He tells me, and I say, "Yeah, yeah - ain't it the truth?”

“The gods did not reveal, from the beginning,All things to us, but in the course of timeThrough seeking we may learn and know things better.But as for certain truth, no man has known it,Nor shall he know it,neither of the godsNor yet of all the things of which I speak.For even if by chance he were to utterThe final truth, he would himself not know it:For all is but a woven web of guesses”

“All I could say was, "I don't know what to do." I remember her taking me by the shoulders and looking me in the eye with a calm smile and saying simply, "Tell the truth, tell the truth, tell the truth.”

“How must he prove himself? What was it they wished to know of him? And what did he know of himself here where loneliness was an unavoidable element of life, and a man must rely solely on himself?”