Quotes About Truth

What seems to be, is, to those to whom it seems to be, and is productive of the most dreadful consequences to those to whom it seems to be, even of torments, despair, eternal death.

A truth that's told with bad intention beats all the lies you can invent.

O white-robed Angel, guide my timorous hand to write as on a lofty rock with iron pen the words of truth, that all who pass may read.

Nothing can be more contemptible than to suppose public records to be true.

Truth that's told with bad intent Beats all the Lies you can invent.

There is a smile of love,And there is a smile of deceit,And there is a smile of smilesIn which these two smiles meet.

Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believ'd.

He who doubts from what he seesWill ne'er believe, do what you please.If the sun and moon should doubtThey'd immediately go out.

When I tell any truth, it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it, but for the sake of defending those that do.

There is no idea so right that there is nothing wrong about it, And nothing so wrong that there isn't something right about it. ~William Blake~

This life's dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole And leads you to believe a lie When you see with, not through, the eye.

Truth can never be told so as to be understood and not be believed.

He (Cicero) made Catiline and his conspiracy actually simple; the man himself had the courage to sit in front of him and listen, and at the end, it seemed as if he had exposed Catiline even to himself.

In politics, where everything romantic and sentimental is folly, the converse is usually considered true, and every brutality is thought sound sense

Of all times in time of war the press should be free.

Are our lives just the aggregate of the lies we've told? ('Lives' - the 'v' is silent.)

First I will unfold the causes that led to the foundation of the New Plymouth Settlement, and the motives of those concerned in it. In order that I may give an accurate account of the project, I must begin at the very root and rise of it; and this I shall endeavour to do in a plain style and with singular regard to the truth, — at least as near as my slender judgment can attain to it.

loss is a subjective experience, and your "objective" view (which is really just another subjective view) is irrelevant.

I want to tell my friends how beautiful / the world is. Not but what they know / it is terrible too--they know as well as I; / but nevertheless, I want to tell my friends. / Because they are. And this is what they are; / and because it is and this is what it is. / You are my friend. The world is beautiful. / Dear friend, you are. I want to tell you so.

Reality is what we are ignorant of.

What we are watching now as though it were real is shadows thrown on the back of the screen by lights and puppeteers behind it whose they are we." - Whose They Are We

But if you don't have the name of a thing, it is still the thing.

Look," Harry told Dr. Moore. "I'm not the suicidal type. That's too melodramatic for me." Besides, Harry thought, the Great Tiredness was every bit as good as death. There was no color here, no pain, no emotional weather at all, just an occasional oddness that was the outside world trying to puff itself up into significance when, of course, the secret of the Great Tiredness, the truth of this realm, was that everything was arbitrary and meaningless.

A good debater is not necessarily an effective vote-getter: you can find a hole in your opponent's argument through which you could drive a coach and four ringing jingle bells all the way, and thrill at the crystallization of a truth wrung out from a bloody dialogue - which, however, may warm only you and your muse, while the smiling paralogist has in the meantime made votes by the tens of thousands.