Quotes About Complexity

I tell you the solemn truth, that the doctrine of the Trinity is not so difficult to accept for a working proposition as any one of the axioms of physics.

There are always many sides to the truth.

Justice and truth are two such subtle points, that our tools are too blunt to touch them accurately.

Words are finite organs of the infinite mind. They cannot cover the dimensions of what is in truth. They break, chop, and impoverish it.

There is no consensus, there is no homogeneity, there is no truth.

Leaving people to jumped conclusions is sometimes simpler than explaining a complicated truth

I'm just writing about people. People are dark and complicated. I'm trying to tell the truth; that's all that I do.

When people say things are a lot more complicated than that, they means they're getting worried that they won't like the truth.

The truths that seem most truthful, if you look at them from all sides, if you look at them close up, turn out to be either half truths or lies.

The truth is, no man is white and no man is black. We are all freckled.

The truth is rarely true and never simple.

I can tell you that the job of trying to tell the truth about people whose job it is to hide the truth is about as complicated and difficult as trying to hide it in the first place.

I am plain-speaking out of both sides of my mouth.

Truth resists simplicity.

I have never known a greater miracle, or monster, than myself.

Ethnic stereotypes are misshapen pearls, sometimes with a sandy grain of truth at their center. ... but they ignore complexity, change, and individuality.

The world is complicated and full of grays, but there's still truth there to be found.

To tell you the truth, I've never met anybody who can envision more than three dimensions. There are some who claim they can, and maybe they can; it's hard to say.

In a complex universe, in a society undergoing unprecedented change, how can we find the truth if we are not willing to question everything and to give a fair hearing to everything?

As many truths as men. Occasionally, I glimpse a truer Truth, hiding in imperfect simulacrums of itself, but as I approach, it bestirs itself & moves deeper into the thorny swamp of dissent.

I had always suspected language was quite limited in its ability to communicate the intricate mysteries of truth.

People are naive about such things, and they would rather write them off as evil than attempt to understand them. An unfortunate truth, but a truth nonetheless.

In truth, the world is a complicated place.

There are numerous layers to truth, and the simple and superficial statement of facts cannot satisfy the writer.