My way of joking is to tell the truth. That's the funniest joke in the world.

We are not afraid to entrust the American people with unpleasant facts foreign ideas alien philosophies and competitive values. For a nation that is afraid to let its people judge the truth and falsehood in an open market is a nation that is afraid of its people.

Truth stands even if there be no public support. It is self-sustained.

Sex is full of lies. The body tries to tell the truth. But it's usually too battered with rules to be heard and bound with pretenses so it can hardly move. We cripple ourselves with lies.

Ignorance is preferable to error and he is less remote from the truth who believes nothing than he who believes what is wrong.

For Africa to me... is more than a glamorous fact. It is a historical truth. No man can know where he is going unless he knows exactly where he has been and exactly how he arrived at his present place.

We occasionally stumble over the truth but most of us pick ourselves up and hurry off as if nothing had happened.

Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities. Truth isn't.

All the religions of the world while they may differ in other respects unitedly proclaim that nothing lives in this world but Truth.

Truth is mighty and will prevail. There is nothing wrong with this except that it ain't so.

Why shouldn't truth be stranger than fiction? Fiction after all has to make sense.

When in doubt tell the truth.

In wartime truth is so precious that she should always be attended by a bodyguard of lies.

And we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.

Truth is stranger than fiction but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities Truth isn't.

Whoever is careless with the truth in small matters cannot be trusted with important matters.

Human love has little regard for the truth. It makes the truth relative since nothing not even the truth must come between it and the beloved person.

The first reaction to truth is hatred.

There are only two people who can tell you the truth about yourself - an enemy who has lost his temper and a friend who loves you dearly.

I preach there are all kinds of truth your truth and somebody else's. But behind all of them there is only one truth and that is that there's no truth.

We swallow greedily any lie that flatters us but we sip only little by little at a truth we find bitter.

In the last few years the very idea of telling the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth is dredged up only as a final resort when the alternative options of deception threat and bribery have all been exhausted.

A harmful truth is better than a useful lie.

Infinite love is the only truth. Everything else is illusion.