Truth Is

I think that the truth is a really stern taskmistress.

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

When a truth is necessary, the reason for it can be found by analysis, that is, by resolving it into simpler ideas and truths until the primary ones are reached.

The absolute truth is the thing that makes people laugh.

Truth is the silliest thing under the sun. Try to get a living by the Truth and go to the Soup Societies. Heavens! Let any clergyman try to preach the Truth from its very stronghold, the pulpit, and they would ride him out of his church on his own pulpit bannister.

A gift of truth is the gift of love.

In morals, truth is but little prized when it is a mere sentiment, and only attains its full value when realized in the world as fact.

Truth is not exciting enough to those who depend on the characters and lives of their neighbors for all their amusement.

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.

Truth is not a matter of personal viewpoint.

Truth is stranger than fiction fiction has to make sense.

The truth is that from birth on we are, to one extent or another, a fairly sensual species.

The truth is overrated.

The first reaction to truth is hatred.

Half a truth is better than no politics.

Truth is often the favorite tool of those who deceive.

Truth is strong, and sometime or other will prevail.

Defending the truth is not something one does out of a sense of duty or to allay guilt complexes, but is a reward in itself.