The truth is like a scalpel. The truth is painful.
The whole truth... sings only - and all lovers are the song.
Blessed be the God's voice; for it is true, and falsehoods have to cease before it!
Truth only needs to be for once spoken out; and there's such music in her, such strange rhythm, as makes men's memories her joyous slaves.
Truth never hurt the teller.
I am not afraid of the truth, if any one could tell it me, but I am afraid of parts of it impertinently uttered.
Truth casts a spell of its own.
Truth sometimes corner unawares upon Caution, and sometimes speaks in public as unconsciously as in a dream.
I cut through the nonsense with the blinding light of truth.
Truth never hurts the teller.
I welcome this opportunity of pricking the bloated bladder of lies with the poniard of truth
The truth is not beautiful --- it stands on cloven hooves - it is covered in coagulated blood --- but it is the truth.
Truth brings bliss, truth brings celebration.
