Too much trust is folly, in an imperfect world.

You'll never get to be a saint if you deny the bit of the devil in you.

Death, after all, is the common expectation from birth. Neither heroes nor cowards can escape it.

Truth is a hard master, and costly to serve, but it simplifies all problems.

Truth, like the burgeoning of a bulb under the soil, however deeply sown, will make its way to the light.

Despair is deadly sin, but worse, it is mortal folly.

You cannot demand truth, and then select half and throw the inconvenient remainder away.