Quotes About Truth

Grant me an old man's frenzy,Myself must I remakeTill I am Timon and LearOr that William BlakeWho beat upon the wallTill Truth obeyed his call.

"Fair and foul are near of kin,And fair needs foul," I cried."My friends are gone, but that's a truthNor grave nor bed denied."

The woods of Arcady are dead,And over is their antique joy;Of old the world on dreaming fed;Gray Truth is now her painted toy.

Wine comes in at the mouthAnd love comes in at the eye;That's all we shall know for truthBefore we grow old and die.

One sinks in on God; we do not see the truth; God sees the truth in us…. Tell them, Fool, that when the life and the mind are broken, the truth comes through them like peas through a broken peascod.

My temptation is quiet.Here at life's endNeither loose imagination,Nor the mill of the mindConsuming its rag and bone,Can make the truth known.

You know what the Englishman's idea of compromise is? He says, Some people say there is a God. Some people say there is no God. The truth probably lies somewhere between these two statements.

We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason outselves into it.

If I make the lashes dark And the eyes more bright And the lips more scarlet, Or ask if all be right From mirror after mirror, No vanity's displayed: I'm looking for the face I had Before the world was made.

We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.

Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.

The things a man has heard and seen are threads of life, and if he pull them carefully from the confused distaff of memory, any who will can weave them into whatever garments of belief please them best. I too have woven my garment like another, but I shall try to keep warm in it, and shall be well content if it do not unbecome me.

I am still of [the] opinion that only two topics can be of the least interest to a serious and studious mood--sex and the dead.

Man can embody the truth but he cannot know it.

O cowardly amd tyrannous race of monks, persecutors of the bard, and the gleemen, haters of life and joy! O race that does not draw the sword and tell the truth! O race that melts the bones of the people with cowardice and with deceit! ("The Crucifixion Of The Outcast")

I heard an old religious man But yesternight declare That he had found a text to prove That only God, my dear, Could love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.

The Coming of Wisdom with Time Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun; Now I may wither into the truth.

Supreme art is a traditional statement of certain heroic and religious truth, passed on from age to age, modified by individual genius, but never abandoned.

beauty' is related not to 'loveliness' but to a state in which reality plays a part.

Thou liar of the first magnitude.

They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.

Blind unbelief is sure to err And scan His work in vain; God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain.

Happy the bard, (if that fair name belong To him that blends no fable with his song) Whose lines uniting, by an honest art, The faithful monitors and poets part, Seek to delight, that they may mend mankind, And while they captivate, inform the mind. Still happier, if he till a thankful soil, And fruit reward his honorable toil: But happier far who comfort those that wait To hear plain truth at Judah's hallow'd gate

Truth crushed to earth shall rise again.