Truth doesn’t set you free. It just sets you apart.
People say they love honesty, but what they really love is reassurance wearing honesty’s clothes.
Lies have manners. Truth doesn’t even knock.

The truth hurts only when it replaces something comfortable. It’s like pulling off a bandage you never needed, but wore for attention.
Everyone claims they want transparency, until they can see through themselves.
The easiest way to lose friends is to tell them what they already know but pretend not to.

We say, “speak your truth” because “speak the truth” sounds too arrogant.
Honesty has become a luxury, like time and taste.
People no longer lie to deceive, they lie to survive social interaction.

Silence is the purest form of truth. That’s why it scares people.
We forgive lies quicker than we forgive accuracy.
We don’t want truth, we want confirmation with better grammar.

The world runs on beautiful fictions, morality, hope, and customer service.
Tell the truth and you’ll be labeled harsh. Hide it, and you’ll be labeled wise.
If honesty were profitable, politicians would be saints.

Truth doesn’t demand belief; lies do.
And between the two, it’s always the liar who gets invited to dinner.

He who lies well, lives well.