Natura inest mentibus nostris insatiabilis quaedam cupiditas veri videndi.
Our minds possess by nature an insatiable desire to know the truth.
Tell the truth or trump—but get the trick.
For truth is unwelcome, however divine.
But what is truth? 'Twas Pilate's question put
To Truth itself, that deign'd him no reply.
Nature * * * has buried truth deep in the bottom of the sea.
"It was as true," said Mr. Barkis, . . . "as taxes is. And nothing's truer than them."
The first great work (a task performed by few)
Is that yourself may to yourself be true.
For truth has such a face and such a mien,
As to be lov'd needs only to be seen.
Truth is immortal; error is mortal.
Truth has rough flavours if we bite it through.
The greater the truth the greater the libel.
The nobler the truth or sentiment, the less imports the question of authorship.
Though love repine and reason chafe,
There came a voice without reply,
'’Tis man's perdition to be safe,
When for the truth he ought to die."
Vincer veris.
I am conquered by truth.
But above all things truth beareth away the victory.
Great is truth, and mighty above all things.
Si je tenais toutes les vérités dans ma main, je me donnerais bien de garde de l'ouvrir aux hommes.
If I held all of truth in my hand I would beware of opening it to men.
Truth only smells sweet forever, and illusions, however innocent, are deadly as the canker worm.
Lest men suspect your tale untrue,
Keep probability in view.
Alius quidam veterum pœtarum cuius nomen mihi nunc memoriæ non est veritatem temporis filiam esse dixit.
There is another old poet whose name I do not now remember who said Truth is the daughter of Time.
Her terrible tale
You can't assail,
With truth it quite agrees;
Her taste exact
For faultless fact
Amounts to a disease.
Truth like a torch, the more 'tis shook, it shines.
One truth discovered is immortal, and entitles its author to be so: for, like a new substance in nature, it cannot be destroyed.
All truths are not to be told.
Dare to be true, nothing can need a he;
A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby.
Truth is tough. It will not break, like a bubble, at a touch; nay, you may kick it about all day, like a foot-ball, and it will be round and full at evening.