And after all, what is a lie? 'tis but
The truth in masquerade
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There is no refuge from confession but suicide;
and suicide is confession.
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And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation
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that a lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies;
that a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright;
but a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight