There are certain persons for whom pure Truth is a poison.

There is something wonderful in seeing a wrong-headed majority assailed by truth.

There are new words now that excuse everybody. Give me the good old days of heroes and villains the people you can bravo or hiss. There was a truth to them that all the slick credulity of today cannot touch.

There are few things in which we deceive ourselves more than in the esteem we profess to entertain for our firends. It is little better than a piece of quackery. The truth is we think of them as we please that is as they please or displease us.

I've been & am absurdly over-estimated. There are no supermen & I'm quite ordinary & will say so whatever the artistic results. In that point I'm one of the few people who tell the truth about myself.

There is no truth. There is only perception.

The truth is of course is that there is no journey. We are arriving and departing all at the same time.

When you're caught up in the storm or you know just the turmoil of everything that there is another side and you do get through it. And you know just standing by the truth and doing the right thing.

There is no such source of error as the pursuit of truth.

There is a tragic clash between Truth and the world. Pure undistorted truth burns up the world.

There is never vulgarity in a whole truth however commonplace. It may be unimportant or painful. It cannot be vulgar. Vulgarity is only in concealment of truth or in affectation.

A man must be both stupid and uncharitable who believes there is no virtue or truth but on his own side.

I think there ought to be a club in which preachers and journalists could come together and have the sentimentalism of the one matched with the cynicism of the other. That ought to bring them pretty close to the truth.

It is more from carelessness about truth than from intentionally lying that there is so much falsehood in the world.

I left in love in laughter and in truth and wherever truth love and laughter abide I am there in spirit.

To the scientist there is the joy in pursuing truth which nearly counteracts the depressing revelations of truth.

One must know oneself. If this does not serve to discover truth it at least serves as a rule of life and there is nothing better.

There are only two ways of telling the complete truth - anonymously and posthumously.

Truth is a demure lady much too ladylike to knock you on your head and drag you to her cave. She is there but people must want her and seek her out.

Who never doubted never half believed. Where doubt is there truth is - it is her shadow.

There is nothing so strong or safe in an emergency of life as the simple truth.

If an eloquent speaker speak not the truth is there a more horrid kind of object in creation?

If there were only one truth you couldn't paint a hundred canvases on the same theme.

No one can be happy who has been thrust outside the pale of truth. And there are two ways that one can be removed from this realm: by lying or by being lied to.