Truth, she thought. As terrible as death. But harder to find.
Truth uncompromisingly told will always have its ragged edges.
Truth only means something when it’s hard to admit!
Truth make all things plain.
Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities. Truth isn’t.
Truth is most beautiful undraped; and the impression it makes is deep in proportion as its expression has been simple.
Truth is in things, and not in words.
Truth is always strange; stranger than fiction; if it could be told, how much would novels gain by the exchange! How differently the world would men behold!
Truth is a torch, but a huge one, and so it is only with blinking eyes that we all of us try to get past it, in actual terror of being burnt.
Truth is a shining goddess, always veiled, always distant, never wholly approachable, but worthy of all the devotion of which the human spirit is capable.
Truth in philosophy means that concept and external reality correspond.
Truth can never be told so as to be understood and not be believed.
