I’m a lover of reality.
When I argue with What Is, I lose,
but only 100% of the time.
Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
There are few nudities so objectionable as the naked truth.
What a word is truth. Slippery, tricky, unreliable.
Truth, however bitter, can be accepted, and woven into a design for living.
Many a truth is the result of an error.
I don’t tell the truth any more to those who can’t make use of it. I tell it mostly to myself, because it always changes me.
The naked truth is always better than the best-dressed lie.
Truth—is the first casualty of tyranny.
I never know how much of what I say is true. If I did, I’d bore myself to death.
Spiritual empowerment is evidence in our lives by our willingness to tell ourselves the truth, to listen to the truth when it’s told to us, and to dispense truth as lovingly as possible, when we feel compelled to talk from the heart.
It is useless either to hate or to love the truth – but it should be noticed.
The great advantage about telling the truth is that nobody ever believes it.
Most of the basic truths of life sound absurd at first hearing.
The truth must dazzle gradually / Or every man be blind.
Let us accept truth, even when it surprises us and alters our views.
The truth is the kindest thing we can give folks in the end.
There are few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.
Seldom, very seldom, does complete truth belong to any human disclosure; seldom can it happen that something is not a little disguised, or a little mistaken.
I am the only real truth I know.
A sharp knife cuts the quickest and hurts the least.
We shall know that we have begun to speak true by an increased hunger for true-speaking; we shall have the whole hunger only after we have given ourselves the first taste of it.
Truth made you a traitor as it often does in a time of scoundrels.
Every new truth begins in a shocking heresy.
Of course, it’s the same old story. Truth usually is the same old story.
The simplest and most familiar truth seems new and wonderful the instant we ourselves experience it for the first time.
There are no new truths, but only truths that have not been recognized by those who have perceived them without noticing.
What a weak barrier is truth when it stands in the way of an hypotheses!
Truth is immortal; error is mortal.
The truth invariably arrives several years after you need it.
You never find yourself until you face the truth.
Many people choose, early on, their own truths from the large smorgasbord available. And once they’ve chosen them, for good reason or no reason, they then proceed rather selectively, wisely gathering whatever will bolster them or at least carry out the color scheme.
Truth is its own defense.
So often the truth is told with hate, and lies are told with love.
Between the two poles of whole-truth and half-truth is slung the chancy hammock in which we all rock.
There are only two ways to tell the one hundred percent truth:
anonymously and posthumously.
The truth is balance, but the opposite of truth, which is unbalance, may not be a lie.
The teacher you need is the person you’re living with.
Truth has beauty, power and necessity.
Anything you want to ask a teacher, ask yourself,
and wait for the answer in silence.