We call first truths those we discover after all the others.

To know, to get into the truth of anything, is ever a mystic act, of which the best logics can but babble on the surface.

The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is.

The form of truth will bear exposure, as well as that of beauty herself.

Pure truth, like pure gold, has been found unfit for circulation, because men have discovered that it is far more convenient to adulterate the truth than to refine themselves.

The superior man is anxious lest he should not get truth; he is not anxious lest poverty should come upon him.

They who know the truth are not equal to those who love it, and they who love it are not equal to those who delight in it.

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.

Opinion is a flitting thing, But Truth, outlasts the Sun- If then we cannot own them both- Possess the oldest one-.

On a huge hill, Cragged and steep, Truth stands, and he that will Reach her, about must, and about must go.