Truth needs no flowers of speech. 
When fiction rises pleasing to the eye, 
Men will believe, because they love the lie; 
But truth herself, if clouded with a frown, 
Must have some solemn proofs to pass her down. 
Churchill. 
All truth is precious, if not all divine. 
And what dilates the powers must needs refine. 
Coiojper. 
Verily there is nothing so false, that a sparkle of truth 
is not in it. 
Tupper 
This above all, to thine own self be true; 
And it must follow, as the night the day, 
Thou canst not then be false to any man. 
Shakspeare. 
What is truth?—a staff rejected. 
It is a weary and a bitter task 
Back from the lip the burning word to keep, 
And to shut out heaven’s air with falsehood’s mask, 
And in the dark urn of the soul to heap 
Indignant feelings—making e’en of thought 
A buried treasure. 
Mrs. Hemans. 
