There is an inmost center in us all, where truth abides in fullness;....and, to know, rather consists in opening out a way where the imprisoned splendor may escape, then in effecting entry for a light supposed to be without.
It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.
The lie was dead And damned, and truth stood up instead.
Truth is within ourselves.
The heavens and earth stay as they were; my heart Beats as it beat: the truth remains the truth.