Truth springs from argument amongst friends.

To me horror is when I see somebody lying. I mean a person I know. A friend. And he's telling me something that I accept. And then suddenly as he or she is telling it there's something that gives them away. They're not telling me the truth.

Listen friends you have to face the truth: You are never going to be rich... The system is rigged in favor of the few and your name is not among them not now and not ever.

Alas! they had been friends in youth but whispering tongues can poison truth.

I want to be distinguished from the rest to tell the truth a friend to all mankind is not a friend for me.

The greatest friend of truth is Time her greatest enemy is Prejudice and her constant companion is Humility.

But whether it be dream or truth to do well is what matters. If it be truth for truth's sake. If not then to gain friends for the time when we awaken.

Your days are short here this is the last of your springs. And now in the serenity and quiet of this lovely place touch the depths of truth feel the hem of Heaven. You will go away with old good friends. And don't forget when you leave why you came.

To me a real patriot is like a real friend. Who's your real friend? It's the person who tells you the truth. That's who my real friends are. So you know I think as far as our country goes we need more people who will do that.

Friendless. Having no favors to bestow. Destitute of fortune. Addicted to utterance of truth and common sense.