Truth (n.) lives in dreams, said Scholz: asleep we come to know ourselves as we are, beneath every disguise we wear for the world.
Truth (n.) presses to be told far more strongly than supposed: I can scarcely lie any more, since every distortion betrays itself in an error.
Truth (n.) cannot be tolerant: it admits no compromise, and the view that science, religion and philosophy are equally true is not broad-mindedness but unscientific.
Truth (n.) is correspondence with the real external world, which exists independently of us and decides whether our wishes are fulfilled or disappointed.
Truth (n.) is a torch that can hardly be carried through a crowd without singeing someone's beard.
Truth (n.) is the foundation of the analytic relationship: love of it rules out every sham and deceit.
A Truth (n.) however harsh is recognized at last, once the interests it injured and the emotions it roused have spent their fury.
Truth (n.) outranks the nation: no supposed national interest is reason enough to set it aside — not even when it means taking from a people the greatest of its sons.
Truth (n.) that is unwelcome is finally admitted in one sentence: "all this is true after all, although I find it hard to accept and it is painful to have to believe in it."