When the fact doesn't meet the theory then let go the theory.
One of us in this very room is in fact the murderer.
Never worry about what you say to a man. They're so conceited that they never believe you mean it if it's unflattering.
Prisoners at the bar, have you anything to say in your defence?
Do you know my friend that each one of us is a dark mystery, a maze of conflicting passions and desire and aptitudes?
But no artist, I now realize, can be satisfied with art alone. There is a natural craving for recognition which cannot be gain-said.