We should know what our convictions are, and stand for them. Upon one's own philosophy, conscious or unconscious, depends one's ultimate interpretation of facts. Therefore it is wise to be as clear as possible about one's subjective principles. As the man is, so will be his ultimate truth.
Lies circle the earth while Truth is still trying to put on its shoes.
I believe in saying the truth, coming out with it cold, shocking if necessary, not disguising it.
You don't want the truth. Truth is boring.
The true guide of our conduct is no outward authority, but the voice of God, who comes down to dwell in our souls, who knows all our thoughts, to whom are owing all the truth we know, and all the good we do; for vice is voluntary, and virtue comes from the grace of the heavenly spirit within.
One man said, "I looked at my brother through the microscope of criticism, and I said, "How coarse my brother is. " Then I looked at my brother through the telescope of scorn, and I said, "How small my brother is. " Then I looked into the mirror of truth and I said, "How like me my brother is. "
Truth that is naked is the most beautiful, and the simpler its expression the deeper is the impression it makes.
Once you know the truth, you can’t ever go back and pick up your suitcase of lies. Heavier or not, the truth is yours now.
Truth is fine. Absolutely.
Like a wild animal, the truth is too powerful to remain caged.
Tell the truth once and for all and shut up forever.
Truth has to persist unaffected, in the past, present and future. That which is absent in two states, how can it be true.
There is no pre-established harmony between the furtherance of truth and the well-being of mankind.
The truth is I've got the land on my back, an' it's drivin' me. Land is a hard driver.
But say, my lord, it were not regist'red, Methinks the truth should live from age to age, As 'twere retailed to all posterity, Even to the general all-ending day.
Everything looked and sounded unreal. Nothing was what it is. That's what I wanted - to be alone with myself in another world where truth is untrue and life can hide from itself.
I have no gift of words, but I speak the truth.
To stay in places and to leave, to trust, to distrust, to no longer believe and believe again,. . . to watch the snow come, to watch it go, to hear rain on a tent, to know where I can find what I want.
It has often occurred to me that a seeker after truth has to be silent.
My work is about giving voice to the unheard, and reiterating the voice of the heard in such a way that you question, or re-examine, what is the truth.