1 But see here, to tell the truth, Aunt.
2 "I have the honor to report to you the actual truth," said Alpatych.
3 In a trembling, faltering voice Pierre began adducing proofs of the truth of his statements.
4 Historical science in its endeavor to draw nearer to truth continually takes smaller and smaller units for examination.
5 He could not disavow his actions, belauded as they were by half the world, and so he had to repudiate truth, goodness, and all humanity.
6 "To tell you the truth, between ourselves, God only knows what state our left flank is in," said Boris confidentially lowering his voice.
7 But to Pierre he always remained what he had seemed that first night: an unfathomable, rounded, eternal personification of the spirit of simplicity and truth.
8 Some said that a deputation of some sort must be scraped together, others disputed that opinion and maintained that the Emperor should first be carefully and skillfully prepared, and then told the truth.
9 Never to the end of his life could he understand goodness, beauty, or truth, or the significance of his actions which were too contrary to goodness and truth, too remote from everything human, for him ever to be able to grasp their meaning.
10 Natasha was gazing at her, but seemed afraid and in doubt whether to say all she knew or not; she seemed to feel that before those luminous eyes which penetrated into the very depths of her heart, it was impossible not to tell the whole truth which she saw.
11 When he sat with his elbows on the dusty writing table in the deathlike stillness of the study, calm and significant memories of the last few days rose one after another in his imagination, particularly of the battle of Borodino and of that vague sense of his own insignificance and insincerity compared with the truth, simplicity, and strength of the class of men he mentally classed as they.