Quotes About Truth

Very few people believe in the devil these days, which suits the devil very well. He is always helping to circulate the news of his own death. The essence of God is existence, and He defines Himself as: "I am Who am." The essence of the devil is the lie, and he defines himself as: "I am who am not." Satan has very little trouble with those who do not believe in him; they are already on his side. The

Very few people believe in the devil these days, which suits the devil very well.

It is easier to get the attention of the press when one says, as Ibsen4 did, that "two and two make five," than to be orthodox and say that two and two make four.

People are turning away from Christianity today not because it is too hard but because it is too soft.

Truth does grow, but it grows homogeneously, like an acorn into an oak; it does not swing in the breeze, like a weathercock. The leopard does not change his spots nor the Ethiopian his skin, though the leopard be put in bars or the Ethiopian in pink tights. The nature of certain things is fixed, and none more so than the nature of truth. Truth may be contradicted a thousand times, but that only proves that it is strong enough to survive a thousand assaults.

The truth that would answer this temptation was that faith in God must never contradict reason. The unreasonable venture never has the assurance of the Divine protection.

To love what we say, it must be true. To want to speak the truth, it must be loved.

How the modern world needs a Socrates, who used to walk into the market place of Athens asking people questions in order to make them discover themselves! True, he was put to death for unmasking others, but he left the world the heritage of "know thyself." Guide to Contentment, 80

The soul that hated truth (to speak in inadequate human terms) would suffer more in heaven than in hell; analogically speaking, the want of the Spirit of Christ makes us shrink from His companionship.

Those who call black black and white white are sentenced for intolerance. Only the grays live.

The essence of God is existence, and He defines Himself as: "I am Who am." The essence of the devil is the lie, and he defines himself as: "I am who am not." Satan has very little trouble with those who do not believe in him; they are already on his side.

But if Christ was not all that He said He was, namely, the Son of the living God, the Word of God in the flesh, then He was not "just a good man" then He was a knave, a liar, a charlatan and the greatest deceiver who ever lived.

If we allow our mind to become fallow and do not pour truth into it by study, not only does ignorance possess it, but we actually reach a point where we can enjoy nothing but picture magazines and cheap novels.

The words of men pass away when they have been conceived and uttered, but the Word of God is eternally uttered and can never cease from utterance.

To a great extent the level of any civilization is the level of its womanhood. When a man loves a woman, he has to become worthy of her. The higher her virtue, the more noble her character, the more devoted she is to truth, justice, goodness, the more a man has to aspire to be worthy of her. The history of civilization could actually be written in terms of the level of its women.

If you do not live what you believe, you will end up believing what you live.

I've always been of the opinion that if people could just bring themselves to say "I don't know" when they don't know, we'd all live longer and have to listen to a whole lot less bullshit. But that's not how people are. People hate to say "I don't know." They'll speculate, gesticulate, and just plain make up shit to avoid saying the words out loud.

Wow . . . she's gotten older"—a realization that somehow never includes me, as if I am for some reason immune to aging. It isn't until I pass by a mirror and catch sight of my own composting carcass that I'm forced to fess up to reality. Hate when that happens.

My most important problem was destroying the lines of demarcation that separate what seems real from what seems fantastic.

The past was a lie, memory has no return, every spring gone by could never be recovered, and the wildest and most tenacious love is an ephemeral truth in the end

By two o'clock in the morning they had each drunk three brandies, and he knew, in truth, that he was not the man she was looking for, and he was glad to know it. Bravo, lionlady, he said when he left. We have killed the tiger.

Le escribió entonces una carta febril de veinte pliegos en la que soltó sin pudor las verdades amargas que llevaba podridas en el corazón desde su noche funesta. Le habló de las lacras eternas que él había dejado en su cuerpo, de la sal de su lengua, de la trilla de fuego de su verga africana.

My most important problem was to destroy the line of demarcation that separates what seems real from what seems fantastic. Because in the world that I was trying to evoke, that barrier didn't exist.

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