The lie is a condition of life.
Sometimes it is harder to accede to a thing than it is to see its truth.
The strongest have their moments of fatigue.
Our vanity is hardest to wound precisely when our pride has just been wounded.
Indeed, what forces us at all to suppose that there is an essential opposition of 'true' and 'false'? Is it not sufficient to assume degrees of apparentness and, as it were, lighter and darker shadows and shades of appearance- different 'values', to use the language of painters?
There are two different types of people in the world, those who want to know, and those who want to believe.