Truth

Truth, in matters of religion, is simply the opinion that has survived.

The search for truth is more precious than its possession.

The truth is not for all men, but only for those who seek it.

The truth is incontrovertible, malice may attack it, ignorance may deride it, but in the end; there it is.

All truths are easy to understand once they are discovered; the point is to discover them.

I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art.

But what is the good of friendship if one cannot say exactly what one means? Anybody can say charming things and try to please and to flatter, but a true friend always says unpleasant things, and does not mind giving pain. Indeed, if he is a really true friend he prefers it, for he knows that then he is doing good.

I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies.

In time of war, when truth is so precious, it must be attended by a bodyguard of lies.

I am a firm believer in the people. If given the truth, they can be depended upon to meet any national crisis. The great point is to bring them the real facts, and beer.

In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.

Freedom is the recognition that no single person, no single authority or government has a monopoly on the truth, but that every individual life is infinitely precious, that every one of us put in this world has been put there for a reason and has something to offer.

It is dangerous to be right when the government is wrong.

All credibility, all good conscience, all evidence of truth come only from the senses.

It is good to express a thing twice right at the outset and so to give it a right foot and also a left one. Truth can surely stand on one leg, but with two it will be able to walk and get around.

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.

One may sometimes tell a lie, but the grimace that accompanies it tells the truth.

All truth is simple... is that not doubly a lie?

Nothing is beautiful, only man: on this piece of naivete rests all aesthetics, it is the first truth of aesthetics. Let us immediately add its second: nothing is ugly but degenerate man - the domain of aesthetic judgment is therewith defined.

Mystical explanations are thought to be deep the truth is that they are not even shallow.

In the consciousness of the truth he has perceived, man now sees everywhere only the awfulness or the absurdity of existence and loathing seizes him.

On the mountains of truth you can never climb in vain: either you will reach a point higher up today, or you will be training your powers so that you will be able to climb higher tomorrow.

It is not when truth is dirty, but when it is shallow, that the lover of knowledge is reluctant to step into its waters.

The lie is a condition of life.