Everything is true. Everything anybody has ever thought.
Everything can be forgiven in this world, save telling the truth.
Every truth is simple — Is that not doubly a lie?
Every thing possible to be believed is an image of truth.
Every man can have his own peculiar truth; and yet it is always the same.
Error is related to truth as sleep to waking.
Eliminate all other factors, and the one which remains must be the truth.
But what after all are man’s truths? They are his irrefutable errors.
But a man’s beauty represents inner, functional truths: his face shows what he can do. And what is that compared to the magnificent uselessness of a woman’s face?
Better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie.
Being in a minority, even a minority of one, did not make you mad. There was truth and there was untruth, and if you clung to the truth even against the whole world, you were not mad.
Art is with us in order that we may not perish through truth.
