Quotes About Reality

It's a constant man-ego-check going on in the streets, in this world.

As if a woman ever loved a man for his virtue.

Man has always sacrificed truth to his vanity, comfort and advantage. He lives not by truth but by make-believe.

As I was going up the stair I met a man who wan't there He wasn't there again today Oh I wish he'd go away!

Don't believe the man who tells you there are two sides to every question. There is only one side to the truth.

The real issue is not whether two and two make four or whether two and two make five, but whether life advances by men who love words or by men who love living.

It is not easy to free myth from reality or rear this fellow up to lutch, lurch with them in the tranced dancing of men.

What disturbs and alarms man are not the things, but his opinions and fancies about the things.

Man can only know the nagation, never the position of ultimate reality.

Many a man who goes to Las Vegas to get away from it all soon finds that Las Vegas gets it all away from him.

It would hardly be possible to exaggerate man's wretchedness if it were not so easy to overestimate his sensibility

What men deny is not God, but some preposterous idol of the imagination.

Men are the dreams of a shadow.

Men are apt to prefer a prosperous error to an afflicted truth.

The Lives of Great Men are more oft' at variance with their profess'd Phillosophies than consistent with 'em.

beware the Lure of a handsome Face, the all too ready Assumption that the lovely Façade must needs have lovely Chambers within; for as 'tis with Great Houses, so, too, with Great Men.

I looked for great men, but all I found were the apes of their ideals.

A mad man sees what he sees.

Men worship the shows of great men; the most disbelieve that there is any reality of great men to worship.

When I'm up there, and I know the show's coming to a close, in my head I'm saying to myself, Oh man, you gotta get off and be a normal person again. That's what I don't like so much.

Beyond age, leaf withered, man goes three footed no stronger than a child is, a dream that falters in daylight.

Once a man has seen society's black underbelly, he can never turn his back on it. Never pretend, like you do, that it doesn't exist.

He seemed so certain about everything, didn't he? And yet none of his certainties was worth one hair of a woman's head. He wasn't even sure he was alive, because he was living like a dead man.

How had I not seen that there was nothing more important than an execution, and that when you come right down to it, it was the only thing a man could truly be interested in?