I'm someone who believes the truth needs to be heard. And if I'm empowered with the truth I'm not going to shut up.

Not that I regret saying what I believed to be the truth but I regret anything that I might have written or spoken that could have been used in a way to help to foster that atmosphere out of which came the loss of life of Brother Malcolm.

Let me get you to understand I don't bully anybody. I stand up for what I believe in and I'm very honest and I always tell the truth. I'm not a liar I'm not manipulative and I don't stab you in your back because I will stab you in your chest.

To become properly acquainted with a truth we must first have disbelieved it and disputed against it.

Of all liars the most arrogant are biographers: those who would have us believe having surveyed a few boxes full of letters diaries bank statements and photographs that they can play at the recording angel and tell the whole truth about another human life.

Because no matter what you say in life the truth will always be the truth. You know when someone is telling the truth you look in the eyes. I have a tendency to believe people.

God help us from those who believe that they are the sole possessors of truth. How we manage at times to agree willingly to become prisoners within our own minds and souls of beliefs and ideas on which we can never be flexible.

People say they love truth but in reality they want to believe that which they love is true.

The exact contrary of what is generally believed is often the truth.

I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.