Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.

The greatest enemy of any one of our truths may be the rest of our truths.

I tell people, and it’s the truth, I could sit in my garage for a week and it won’t make me a car. And you can sit in church till your bottom is flat and that won’t make you a servant of Christ.

Whoever is careless with the truth in small matters cannot be trusted with important matters.

God is, even though the whole world deny him. Truth stands, even if there be no public support. It is self-sustained.

Many a doctrine is like a window pane. We see truth through it but it divides us from truth.

One truth stands firm. All that happens in world history rests on something spiritual. If the spiritual is strong, it creates world history. If it is weak, it suffers world history.

‚Tis not enough your counsel still be true; Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do.

It is a profound and necessary truth that the deep things in science are not found because they are useful; they were found because it was possible to find them.

If you’re lying, you’re lying.

Exaggeration is truth that has lost its temper.

Let a man get up and say, Behold, this is the truth, and instantly I perceive a sandy cat filching a piece of fish in the background. Look, you have forgotten the cat, I say.

There are no facts, only interpretations.

If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning: just as, if there were no light in the universe and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never know it was dark. Dark would be without meaning.

The pursuit of truth does not permit violence on one’s opponent.

I have nothing new to teach the world. Truth and Non-violence are as old as the hills. All I have done is to try experiments in both on as vast a scale as I could.

If anyone offers conjectures about the truth of things from the mere possibility of hypotheses, I do not see by what stipulation anything certain can be determined in any science, since one or another set of hypotheses may always be devised which will appear to supply new difficulties.

It was one of those evenings when men feel that truth, goodness and beauty are one. In the morning, when they commit their discovery to paper, when others read it written there, it looks wholly ridiculous.

It is dangerous to be right in matters on which the established authorities are wrong.

Reason is the natural order of truth; but imagination is the organ of meaning.

You don’t have to be scared of me, because I am loyal. Why are people so scared of creative ideas and so scared of truth? All I want to do is do good.

The difficulty is to try and teach the multitude that something can be true and untrue at the same time.

That’s another hallmark of truth, is that it snaps things together. People write to me all the time and say it’s as if things were coming together in my mind. It’s like the Platonic idea that all learning was remembering. You have a nature, and when you feel that nature articulated, it’s it’s like the act of snapping the puzzle pieces together.

And we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.

In whatever adulation you get, there’s truth and there’s not truth. And wherever they dog you, and they say it was horrible – there’s truth and there’s not truth. It’s human nature to like to read the adulation more.

There are only two ways of telling the complete truth – anonymously and posthumously.

By and large, language is a tool for concealing the truth.

It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.

Truth is like the sun. You can shut it out for a time, but it ain’t goin‘ away.

Something unpleasant is coming when men are anxious to tell the truth.

Why shouldn’t truth be stranger than fiction? Fiction, after all, has to make sense.

There is another old poet whose name I do not now remember who said, ‚Truth is the daughter of Time.‘

I love that I can tell the truth and have people laugh at it.

Anyone who doesn’t take truth seriously in small matters cannot be trusted in large ones either.

I don’t watch television and I rarely go to the cinema, but I recently watched ‚The King’s Speech‘ on a flight. It was so beautiful and so simple.

There is only one failure in life possible, and that is not to be true to the best one knows.

Premature certainty is the enemy of the truth.

Not when truth is dirty, but when it is shallow, does the enlightened man dislike to wade into its waters.

The truth. It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and must therefore be treated with great caution.

Knowledge rests not upon truth alone, but upon error also.

Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn’t.

No legacy is so rich as honesty.

Science is but an image of the truth.

Grace is not part of consciousness; it is the amount of light in our souls, not knowledge nor reason.

Love is not consolation. It is light.

It is more from carelessness about truth than from intentionally lying that there is so much falsehood in the world.

Words can be said in bitterness and anger, and often there seems to be an element of truth in the nastiness. And words don’t go away, they just echo around.

It is far better to grasp the universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring.

Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it.

It is always better to have no ideas than false ones; to believe nothing, than to believe what is wrong.

Plato is dear to me, but dearer still is truth.

Truth stands, even if there be no public support. It is self-sustained.

Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.

Between falsehood and useless truth there is little difference. As gold which he cannot spend will make no man rich, so knowledge which cannot apply will make no man wise.

Live truth instead of professing it.

For a creative writer possession of the ‚truth‘ is less important than emotional sincerity.

In assisting his ‚neighbour‘ every day to the best of his ability, and keeping truth, honesty, and kindness perpetually before him, the Boy Scout, with as little formality as possible, is pleasing God.

Every mind must make its choice between truth and repose. It cannot have both.

Dispassionate objectivity is itself a passion, for the real and for the truth.

Faith embraces many truths which seem to contradict each other.

We are only falsehood, duplicity, contradiction; we both conceal and disguise ourselves from ourselves.