Honour belongs to those who never forsake the truth even when things seem dark and grim, who try over and over again, who are never discouraged by insults, humiliation and even defeat.

Bigotry tries to keep truth safe in its hand with a grip that kills it.

Love is not a mere impulse, it must contain truth, which is law.

When our universe is in harmony with man, the eternal, we know it as truth, we feel it as beauty.

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.

Truth looks tawdry when she is overdressed.