n need a lie.--_George Herbert._

We must never throw away a bushel of truth because it happens to contain
a few grains of chaff; on the contrary, we may sometimes profitably
receive a bushel of chaff for the few grains of truth it may
contain.--_Dean Stanley._

The first great work is that yourself may to yourself be
true.--_Roscommon._

In troubled water you can scarce see your face, or see it very little,
till the water be quiet and stand still: so in troubled times you can
see little truth; when times are quiet and settled, then truth
appears.--_Selden._

Men are as cold as ice to the truth, hot as fire to falsehood.--_La
Fontaine._

The way of truth is like a great road. It is not difficult to know it.
The evil is only that men will not seek it. Do you go home and search
for it.--_Mencius._

Speaking truth is like writing fair, and comes only by practice; it is
less a matter of will than of habit; and I doubt if any occasion can be
trivial which permits the practice and formation of such a
habit.--_Ruskin._

Forgetting that the only eternal part for man to act is man, and that
the only immutable greatness is truth.--_Lamartine._

Truth takes the stamp of the souls it enters. It is rigorous and rough
in arid souls, but tempers and softens itself in loving
natures.--_Joubert._

Truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.--_Gray._

The only amaranthine flower on earth is virtue; the only lasting
treasure, truth.--_Cowper._

Blunt truths make more mischief than nice falsehoods do.--_Pope._

Truth has rough flavors if we bite through.--_George Eliot._

Truth is a torch, but one of enormous size; so that we slink past it in
rather a blinking fashion for fear it should burn us.--_Goethe._

All truths are not to be repeated, still it is well to hear them.--_Mme.
du Deffaud._

It is only when one is thoroughly true that there can be purity and
freedom. Falsehood always avenges itself.--_Auerbach._

Nothing from man's hands, nor law, nor constitution, can be final. Truth
alone is final.--_Charles Sumner._

Verity is nudity.--_Alfred de Musset._

~Twilight.~--Parting day dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues with
a new color as it gasps away, the last still loveliest, till 'tis gone,
and all is gray.--_Byron._

Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon, like a
magician, extended his golden wand o'er the landscape.--_Longfellow._

Twilight gray hath in her sober livery all things cla