Truth, like the juice of a poppy, in small quantities, calms men; in large, heats and irritates them, and is attended by fatal circulation, because men have discovered that it is far more inconvenient to adulterate the truth than to refine themselves. C. C. Colton
Truth that has been merely learned is like an artificial limb, a false tooth, a waxen nose; at best, like a nose made out of anothers flesh; it adheres to us only because it is put on. Arthur S. Schopenhauer