The truth is that we live out our lives putting off all that can be put off; perhaps we all know deep down that we are immortal and that sooner or later all men will do and know all things.
While we are examining into everything we sometimes find truth where we least expected it.
The truth is, no one of us can be free until everybody is free.
I’ve still not written as well as I want to. I want to write so that the reader in Des Moines, Iowa, in Kowloon, China, in Cape Town, South Africa, can say, ‘You know, that’s the truth. I wasn’t there, and I wasn’t a six-foot black girl, but that’s the truth.’
The truth is cruel, but it can be loved, and it makes free those who have loved it.
My religion is based on truth and non-violence. Truth is my God. Non-violence is the means of realising Him.
Time is the father of truth, its mother is our mind.
Humility is truth.
It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.
An error does not become truth by reason of multiplied propagation, nor does truth become error because nobody sees it.