Quotes about Truth

We aim above the mark, to hit the mark. Every act hath some falsehood of exaggeration in it.

If truth is beauty, how come no one has their hair done in a library?

Truth is mighty and will prevail. There is nothing the matter with this, except that it ain't so.

The highest compact we can make with our fellow, is, — 'Let there be truth between us two forevermore.'

He no longer acts from self, but does what is right— what is universally and eternally right.

THE MAN OF TRUTH never departs from the divine principles which he has espoused. He may be threatened with sickness, poverty, pain, loss of friends and position, yea, even with immediate death, yet he does not desert the principles which he knows to be eternally true. To him, there is one thing more grievous, more to be feared and shunned than all the above evils put together, and that is—the desertion of principle.

The measure of a man's truth is the measure of his love, and Truth is far removed from him whose life is not governed by Love.

He who, deep in his heart, adores Truth, and aspires to know it, will consider no labour too great to be undertaken, but will adopt it joyfully and pursue it patiently, and by perseverance in practice he will come to the knowledge of Truth.

Truth is nothing if not unchangeable, and in so far as a man takes his stand upon Truth does he become steadfast in virtue, does he rise superior to his passions and emotions and changeable personality.

Solitude is for the strong, or for those who are ready to become strong. When a man is becoming great, he becomes solitary. He goes in solitude to seek, and that which he seeks, he finds, for there is a Way to all knowledge, all wisdom, all truth, all power. And the Way is for ever open, but it lies through soundless solitudes and the unexplored silences of man's being.

head; Yet heeds he not, for him they cannot slay Who stands whence earth and time and space are fled. Sheltered by deathless love, what fear hath he? Armored in changeless Truth, what can he know Of loss and gain? Knowing eternity, He moves not whilst the shadows come and go. Call him immortal, call him Truth and Light And splendor of prophetic majesty Who bideth thus amid the powers of night, Clothed with the glory of divinity.

Men pass from evil to good, from self to Truth, through the dark gate of sorrow, for sorrow and self are inseparable.