Graham Priest has argued the liar paradox is a true dialetheia.

[…] and instead of the Amazonian Trull, or the weather-beaten Admiral which frowns from under the bowsprit of a British man-of-war, they carve on their prows the fair image of some bucculent Cherub, or some semi-anatomized Saint.

The flowers of Rubens are gross and rude […]

Many a glass of wine have we all of us drank, I have very little doubt, hob-and-nobbing with the hospitable giver, and wondering how the deuce he paid for it.]