Quotes About Truth

The poetry was all in the anticipation - there is none in the reality.

These descriptions do really state the truth- as nearly as the limitations of language will allow. But language is a treacherous thing, a most unsure vehicle, and it can seldom arrange descriptive words in such a way that they will not inflate the facts-by help of the readers imagination, which is always ready to take a hand, and work for nothing, and do the bulk of it at that.

One lives to find out.

Of all the animals, man is the only one that lies.

You can't pray a lie.

I did not steal your paltry goods!

Why shouldn't truth be stranger than fiction? Fiction, after all, has to make sense.

It didn't take me long to make up my mind that these liars warn't no kings nor dukes at all, but just low-down humbugs and frauds.

Manners! he said. Why, it is merely the truth, and truth is good manners; manners are a fiction. The castle is done. Do you like it?

The reason why truth is so much stranger than fiction is that there is no requirement for it to be consistent.

There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and statistics.

Now, then, that is the tale. Some of it is true.

Presently a serpent sought them out privately, and came to them walking upright, which was the way of serpents in those days. The serpent said the forbidden fruit would store their vacant minds with knowledge. So they ate it, which was quite natural, for man is so made that he eagerly wants to know; whereas the priest, like God, whose imitator and representative he is, has made it his business from the beginning to keep him from knowing any useful thing.

The truth is, a person's memory has no more sense that his conscience, and no appreciation whatever of values and proportions.

if you say the truth you don't have to remember anything

But old fools is the biggest fools there is.

History is strewn thick with evidence that a truth is not hard to kill, but a lie, well told, is immortal.

So it shows that for all the brag you hear about knowledge being such a wonderful thing, instink is worth forty of it for real unerringness. Jim says the same.

The man who speaks an injurious truth lest his soul be not saved if he do otherwise, should reflect that that sort of a soul is not strictly worth saving. The

all told about in that book, which is mostly a true book, with some stretchers, as I said before. Now the way that the book winds up is this: Tom and me found the money that the robbers hid in the cave

But it's awluz jis' so; people dat's sot, stays sot; dey won't look into noth'n'en fine it out f'r deyselves, en when you fine it out en tell um 'bout it, dey doan' b'lieve you.

I happened to think of something. I knowed mighty well that a drownded man don't float on his back, but on his face. So I knowed, then, that this warn't pap, but a woman dressed up in a man's clothes. So

I know now that all that glitters is not gold... However, I still go underrating men of gold, and glorifying men of mica. Commonplace human nature cannot rise above that.

Why shouldn't we be honest and honorable, and lie every time we get a chance? That is to say, why shouldn't we be consistent, and either lie all the time or not at all?