Truth is ever incoherent, and when the big hearts strike together, the concussion is a little stunning.
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.[Wahrheit in der Philosophie heißt das, daß der Begriff der Realität entspreche.]
Truth has rough flavours if we bite it through.
Truth can never be told so as to be understood and not be believed.
Truth can bide its time, for it has a long life before it.[Die Wahrheit kann warten: denn sie hat ein langes Leben vor sich.]
Truth at last cannot be hidden. Dissimulation is of no avail. Dissimulation is to no purpose before so great a judge. Falsehood puts on a mask. Nothing is hidden under the sun.[La verità al fine non si cela: non val simulazione. Simulazione è frustrata, avanti a tanto giudice. La bugìa mette maschera. Nulla occulta sotto il sole.]
Truth almost always did come out in the end, but by the end, truth was often so wrapped around with rumors and speculation and absolute lies that most people never did believe it.
True learning must not be content with ideas, which are, in fact, signs, but must discover things in their individual truth.
Today you are you! That is truer than true! There is no one alive who is you-er than you!
