I really don’t have any secrets. I’ve never met a photographer whose work I respected that had a secret because the secret lies within each and every one of us.
If even in science there is no a way of judging a theory but by assessing the number, faith and vocal energy of its supporters, then this must be even more so in the social sciences: truth lies in power.
Convictions are more dangerous foes of truth than lies.
Wisdom lies neither in fixity nor in change, but in the dialectic between the two.
The press is the hired agent of a monied system, and set up for no other purpose than to tell lies where their interests are involved. One can trust nobody and nothing.
The difference between religion and morality lies simply in the classical division of things into the divine and the human, if one only interprets this correctly.
Someone sits at a table or lies on a sofa while staring motionless at a wall or ceiling. Once in a while this person writes down seven lines, only to cross out one of them 15 minutes later, and then another hour passes, during which nothing happens. Who could stand to watch this kind of thing?
The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies.
True knowledge lies in knowing how to live.