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Every mind must make its choice between truth and repose. It cannot have both.
Fiction reveals truth that reality obscures.
Truth is handsomer than the affectation of love. Your goodness must have some edge to it, else it is none.
Truth is the property of no individual but is the treasure of all men.
Truth is beautiful, without doubt but so are lies.
Trust your instinct to the end, though you can render no reason.
Trust men and they will be true to you treat them greatly and they will show themselves great.
All I have seen teaches me to trust the creator for all I have not seen.
Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not.
This time, like all times, is a very good one, if we but know what to do with it.