My great religion is a belief in the blood the flesh as being wiser than the intellect. We can go wrong in our minds. But what our blood feels and believes and says is always true. The intellect is only a bit and a bridle.
Truth is so hard to tell it sometimes needs fiction to make it plausible.
Silence is the sleep that nourishes wisdom.
A prudent question is one-half of wisdom.
What is truth? said jesting Pilate and would not stay for an answer.
The truth was much more beautiful.
Don't call the world dirty because you forgot to clean your glasses.
If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything.
