Truth sits upon the lips of dying men, And falsehood, while I lived, was far from mine.

You are talking to dead men here.

The dead may speak the truth only, even when it discredits themselves.

for some reason, dying men always ask the question they know the answer to. perhaps it's so they can die being right.

The words of a dead man Are modified in the guts of the living.

All these men with their corpse-like faces, in front of us and behind, driven to exhaustion, emptied of words and will....All these men laden with earth, who, you could say, are carrying their own graves...

Liars and dead men – two parties unskilled at dispensing the truth.

The dead could only speak through the mouths of those left behind, and through the signs they left scattered behind them.

There are some men who lie even when telling the truth, for they tell it with their lips whilst they lie in their hearts.

Sacred are the lips from which has issued only truth.

The day we see the truth and cease to speak is the day we begin to die

There await men when they die things they neither expect nor even believe.

Truth here makes Falsehood torment lying tongues.

Let us learn from the lips of death the lessons of life. Let us live truly while we live, live for what is true and good and lasting. And let the memory of our dead help us to do this. For they are not wholly separated from us, if we remain loyal to them. In spirit they are with us. And we may think of them as silent, invisible, but real presences in our households.