Truth is always strange

Truth is always strange, stranger than fiction.

There is no traitor like him whose domestic treason plants the poniard within the breast that trusted to his truth

Adversity is the first path to truth.

Shelley is truth itself and honour itself notwithstanding his out-of-the-way notions about religion.

But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.