One truth is the swing of the sentence, the beat and poise, but down deeper it's the integrity of the writer as he matches with the language.

Every sentence has a truth waiting at the end of it and the writer learns how to know it when he finally gets there.

There's a moral force in a sentence when it comes out right. It speaks the writer's will to live.

He was a regulator first-class, which was another term for metalworker unskilled.

Truth and integrity must be so rare these days that it confuses people when they hear it.

Truth at last cannot be hidden. Dissimulation is of no avail. Dissimulation is to no purpose before so great a judge. Falsehood puts on a mask. Nothing is hidden under the sun.