Quotes
Quotes about Truth
And took for truth the test of ridicule.
Truth is its [justice's] handmaid, freedom is its child, peace is its companion, safety walks in its steps, victory follows in its train; it is the brightest emanation from the Gospel; it is the attribute of God.
To be a Prodigal's favourite,--then, worse truth,
A Miser's pensioner,--behold our lot!
Give unto me, made lowly wise,
The spirit of self-sacrifice;
The confidence of reason give,
And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live!
Blessings be with them, and eternal praise,
Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!--
The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs
Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays.
Truths that wake,
To perish never.
As thou these ashes, little brook, wilt bear
Into the Avon, Avon to the tide
Of Severn, Severn to the narrow seas,
Into main ocean they, this deed accursed
An emblem yields to friends and enemies
How the bold teacher's doctrine, sanctified
By truth, shall spread, throughout the world dispersed.
I cannot tell how the truth may be;
I say the tale as 't was said to me.
Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth,
When thought is speech, and speech is truth.
On his bold visage middle age
Had slightly press'd its signet sage,
Yet had not quench'd the open truth
And fiery vehemence of youth:
Forward and frolic glee was there,
The will to do, the soul to dare.
Alas! they had been friends in youth;
But whispering tongues can poison truth,
And constancy live in realms above;
And life is thorny, and youth is vain,
And to be wroth with one we love
Doth work like madness in the brain.
Whose lines are mottoes of the heart,
Whose truths electrify the sage.
Knowledge, in truth, is the great sun in the firmament. Life and power are scattered with all its beams.
There is nothing so powerful as truth,--and often nothing so strange.
Then soon with the emblem of truth overflowing,
And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well.
Yet truth will sometimes lend her noblest fires,
And decorate the verse herself inspires:
This fact, in virtue's name, let Crabbe attest,--
Though Nature's sternest painter, yet the best.
No words suffice the secret soul to show,
For truth denies all eloquence to woe.
And after all, what is a lie? 'T is but
The truth in masquerade.
'T is strange, but true; for truth is always strange,--
Stranger than fiction.
Power, like a desolating pestilence,
Pollutes whate'er it touches; and obedience,
Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth,
Makes slaves of men, and of the human frame
A mechanized automaton.
Truth crushed to earth shall rise again,--
The eternal years of God are hers;
But Error, wounded, writhes with pain,
And dies among his worshippers.
Beauty is truth, truth beauty,--that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
We have oftener than once endeavoured to attach some meaning to that aphorism, vulgarly imputed to Shaftesbury, which however we can find nowhere in his works, that "ridicule is the test of truth."
The fine arts once divorcing themselves from truth are quite certain to fall mad, if they do not die.
Can there be a more horrible object in existence than an eloquent man not speaking the truth?
