But no pleasure is comparable to the standing upon the vantage ground of Truth.

But it is not only the difficulty and labor which men take in finding out of truth, nor again that when it is found it imposeth upon men's thoughts, that doth bring lies in favor; but a natural though corrupt love of the lie itself.

Truth is the daughter of time, not of authority.

Truth is a naked and open daylight, that does not show the masques, and mummeries, and triumphs of the world, half so stately and daintily as candle-lights. . . A mixture of a lie doth ever add pleasure

Truth is so hard to tell, it sometimes needs fiction to make it plausible.

Truth emerges more readily from error than from confusion.