In this world truth can wait; she is used to it.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Truth is a demure lady, much too ladylike to knock you on your head and drag you to her cave. She is there, but people must want her, and seek her out.
Truth is always in harmony with herself, and is not concerned chiefly to reveal the justice that may consist with wrong-doing.
When a woman tells the truth she is creating the possibility for more truth around her.
Truth is meant to save you first, and the comfort comes afterward.
Truth is strong, and sometime or other will prevail.
In wartime, truth is so precious that she should always be attended by a bodyguard of lies.
The truth just happens - lies take time to make.
Science has fulfilled her function when she has ascertained and enunciated truth.
Truth never comes into the world but like a bastard, to the ignominy of him that brought her birth.
Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.