Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing ever happened.

Everything can be sacrificed for truth, but truth cannot be sacrificed for anything.

The truth comes as conqueror only because we have lost the art of receiving it as guest.

The false can never grow into truth by growing in power.

Truth looks tawdry when she is overdressed.

The meaning of this is, that whomsoever we love, in him we find our own soul in the highest sense. The final truth of our existence lies in this. God, the Supreme Soul, is in me, as well as in my son, and my joy in my son is the realisation of this truth.