Truth (n.) is, though eternal, a thing always in need of a human language which alters with the spirit of the times.
Truth (n.) holds good in the end only if it changes and testifies anew in new images and new tongues — new wine in new bottles.
Truth (n.) need not bow to the profound human need for convenient solutions.
Truth (n.) is typological: what one type holds true, the other holds to be error.
Truth (n.) is not eternal but a programme to be fulfilled; the more 'eternal' a truth is, the more lifeless and worthless — it says nothing because it is self-evident.
Truth (n.) does not cease to exist when we see the untruth in it; it has only become relative.
Truth (n.) can arrive late: some things are not true yet — perhaps we dare not let them be — but tomorrow they may be.
Truth (n.) belong to the future, to the past, or to no time.
Truth (n.) is the wrong question for a psychic fact: one might as well ask whether the duck-billed platypus is a 'true' or 'correct' invention of the Creator.
Truth (n.) needs the loudest possible applause, whatever the arguments: “true” and “valid” mean what the majority believes, since that confirms everyone is equal.
Truth (n.) is undermined, even in our "best" convictions, once we stop asking "Was it seen and found logical?" and start asking "Who saw, heard, or thought?"
Truth (n.) is always partial — "Nothing is quite true, and even that is not quite true."
Truth (n.) is a medicine hidden in things and in the human body — needing no medicament, being itself incorrupt — which the chemists must liberate from its fetters.
Truth (n.) shines in us but does not belong to us: look for it not in yourself but in the image of God within you.
Truth (n.) too can spread, and not only the popular lie.
Truth (n.) is one but speaks many tongues; no one is godlike enough to own the only true word — we all peer into the dark glass where the dark myth takes shape.
Truth (n.) about ultimate things — is there any better one than the one that helps you to live?
Truth (n.) is not only physical: if all believed the Rhine once flowed backwards, that belief would itself be a fact.
Truth (n.) eventuates in time only when it is solemnly proclaimed or rediscovered.
Truth (n.) has its entrance where the brook murmurs: “Do you hear it?” “Yes.” “There is the entrance.”