There are truths that are singularly shy and ticklish and cannot be caught except suddenly -- that must be surprised or left alone.

No one dies of fatal truths nowadays: there are too many antidotes.

One must never have spared oneself, one must have acquired hardness as a habit to be cheerful and in good spirits in the midst of nothing but hard truths.

There are various eyes. Even the Sphinx has eyes: and as a result there are various truths, and as a result there is no truth.

Nobody dies nowadays of fatal truths: there are too many antidotes to them

It caught me by surprise, because I've never had the back end come around like that there. It's going to make it a hard day (today).