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.
When you have eliminated the impossible whatever remains however improbable must be the truth.
As scarce as truth is the supply has always been in excess of the demand.
There is something wonderful in seeing a wrong-headed majority assailed by truth.
I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.
Fiction is a kind of compassion-generating machine that saves us from sloth. Is life kind or cruel? Yes Literature answers. Are people good or bad? You bet says Literature. But unlike other systems of knowing Literature declines to eradicate one truth in favor of another.
Anyone can tell the truth but only very few of us can make epigrams.
Myths and creeds are heroic struggles to comprehend the truth in the world.
A lie would have no sense unless the truth were felt dangerous.
The more rapidly truth is spread among mankind the better it will be for them. Only let us be sure that it is the truth.
Too much truth is uncouth.
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.
The world is indeed a mixture of truth and make-believe. Discard the make-believe and take the truth.
Some scenes you juggle two balls some scenes you juggle three balls some scenes you can juggle five balls. The key is always to speak in your own voice. Speak the truth. That's Acting 101. Then you start putting layers on top of that.
What does it matter how one comes by the truth so long as one pounces upon it and lives by it?
The words of truth are simple.
All truth in the long run is only common sense clarified.
The truth doesn't have to do with cruelty the truth has to do with mercy.
When I can look life in the eyes grown calm and very coldly wise life will have given me the truth and taken in exchange - my youth.
The truth is cruel but it can be loved and it makes free those who have loved it.
One is certain of nothing but the truth of one's own emotions.
Truth after all wears a different face to everybody and it would be too tedious to wait till all were agreed.
It is the merit of a general to impart good news and to conceal the truth.
And after all what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in a masquerade.