Truth is error burned up.

Truth is within ourselves.

Truth is the shattered mirror strewn In myriad bits; while each believes his little bit the whole to own.

'Tis strange-but true; for truth is always strange,- Stranger than fiction.

The fewer the voices on the side of truth, the more distinct and strong must be your own.

Every man seeks the truth, but God only knows who has found it.

He who begins by loving Christianity better than Truth will proceed by loving his own sect or church better than Christianity, and end in loving himself better than all.

Truth is a river that is always splitting up into arms that reunite. Islanded between the arms, the inhabitants argue for a lifetime as to which is the main river.

The world is now too dangerous for anything but the truth, too small for anything but brotherhood.

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