Quotes About Truth

There is more than a morsel of truth in the saying, "He who hates vice hates mankind."

Men ardently pursue truth, assuming it will be angels' bread when found.

Sanitizing the past is every bit as morally irresponsible as whitewashing atrocities in the present.

Si los muertos ven claramente, solo los vivos nos cegamos constante can trivalidades.

Truth, my friend, is food, shelter, warmth, companionship, and living to see another sunset. There, damn you. How much more elemental can you get? That's Truth.

Experience proves that none is so cruel as the disillusioned sentimentalist.

Events in the past may roughly be divided into those which probably never happened and those which do not matter.

Things are seldom what they seem, skim milk masquerades as cream.

W. Scott Poole

Man has always sacrificed truth to his vanity, comfort and advantage. He lives... by make-believe.

You know what the critics are. If you tell the truth they only say you're cynical and it does an author no good to get a reputation for cynicism.

There is only one thing about which I am certain, and that is that there is very little about which one can be certain.

Anyone can tell the truth, but only very few of us can make epigrams.

From the earliest times the old have rubbed it into the young that they are wiser than they, and before the young had discovered what nonsense this was they were old too, and it profited them to carry on the imposture.

The nature of men and women - their essential nature - is so vile and despicable that if you were to portray a person as he really is, no one would believe you.

In a society that has become so oriented toward language as a way of representing truth, it is very possible to lose touch with your ability to feel and with it your ability to "remember" the shots themselves.

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.

Before The World Was Made 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. What if I look upon a man as though on my beloved, and my blood be cold the while and my heart unmoved? Why should he think me cruel or that he is betrayed? I'd have him love the thing that was before the world was made.

Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet.

Surely some revelation is at hand.

Is this my dream, or the truth? O would that we had met When I had my burning youth; But I grow old among dreams, A weather-worn, marble triton Among the streams.

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.

There is some Myth for every man, which, if we but knew it, would make us understand all that he did and thought.

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