Truth gains more even by the errors of one who, with due study and preparation, thinks for himself, than by the true opinions of those who only hold them because they do not suffer themselves to think.

What kind of truth is it which has these mountains as its boundary and is a lie beyond them?

We perceive an image of truth, and possess only a lie.

A peace-mingling falsehood is preferable to a mischief-stirring truth.

The truth is balance, but the opposite of truth, which is unbalance, may not be a lie.

The history of our race, and each individual s experience, are sown thick with evidence that a truth is not hard to kill and that a lie told well is immortal.