In wartime, truth is so precious that she should always be attended by a bodyguard of lies.

The machinery of propaganda may pack their minds with falsehood and deny them truth for many generations of time. But the soul of man thus held in trance, or frozen in a long night, can be awakened by a spark coming from God knows where, and in a moment the whole structure of lies and oppression is on trial for its life.

Lies run sprints, but the truth runs marathons.

One may sometimes tell a lie, but the grimace that accompanies it tells the truth.

He who does not lie does not know what truth is.

The question whether truth is necessary, must not merely be affirmed beforehand, but must be affirmed to such an extent that the principle, belief, or conviction finds expression, that there is nothing more necessary than truth, and in comparison with it everything else has only a secondary value.