It's no wonder that truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction has to make sense.
The truth is, hardly any of us have ethical energy enough for more than one really inflexible point of honor.
Every therapeutic cure, and still more, any awkward attempt to show the patient the truth, tears him from the cradle of his freedom from responsibility and must therefore reckon with the most vehement resistance.
When it is not in our power to follow what is true, we ought to follow what is most probable.
Man's mind is so formed that it is far more susceptible to falsehood than to truth.
Life is an unfoldment, and the further we travel the more truth we can comprehend. To understand the things that are at our door is the best preparation for understanding those that lie beyond.
Truth is the most valuable thing we have. Let us economize it.
All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.
Veiling truth in mystery.
It is only a man's own fundamental thoughts that have truth and life in them. For it is these that he really and completely understands. To read the thoughts of others is like taking the remains of someone else's meal, like putting on the discarded clothes of a stranger.
I am very fond of truth, but not at all of martyrdom.
One may sometimes tell a lie, but the grimace that accompanies it tells the truth.
I put forward formless and unresolved notions, as do those who publish doubtful questions to debate in the schools, not to establish the truth but to seek it.
Art is a lie that makes us realize truth.
Even if you are a minority of one, the truth is the truth.
The pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives.
Half a truth is often a great lie.
We all know that Art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize the truth, at least the truth that is given to us to understand.
The truth is rarely pure and never simple.
The discovery of truth is prevented more effectively, not by the false appearance things present and which mislead into error, not directly by weakness of the reasoning powers, but by preconceived opinion, by prejudice.
Truth is confirmed by inspection and delay falsehood by haste and uncertainty.
To any artist, worthy of the name, all in nature is beautiful, because his eyes, fearlessly accepting all exterior truth, read there, as in an open book, all the inner truth.
A lie would have no sense unless the truth were felt dangerous.
Beyond a doubt truth bears the same relation to falsehood as light to darkness.
There are various eyes. Even the Sphinx has eyes: and as a result there are various truths, and as a result there is no truth.
Like all dreamers, I mistook disenchantment for truth.
Truth emerges more readily from error than from confusion.
Where all is but dream, reasoning and arguments are of no use, truth and knowledge nothing.
If you seek truth you will not seek victory by dishonorable means, and if you find truth you will become invincible.
It is difficult to discriminate the voice of truth from amid the clamor raised by heated partisans.
