Truth often suffers more by the heat of its defenders than the arguments of its opposers.
The idealists dream and the dream is told, and the practical men listen and ponder and bring back the truth and apply it to human life, and progress and growth and higher human ideals come into being and so the world moves ever on.
I, Master John Hus, in chains and in prison, now standing on the shore of this present life and expecting on the morrow a dreadful death, which will, I hope, purge away my sins, find no heresy in myself, and accept with all my heart any truth whatsoever that is worthy of belief.
Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.
Sadly, if President Obama is willing to ignore the pain of race-based discrimination and injustice so as to make whites comfortable – and this, after he has already been elected and the campaign is long over – then the likelihood he will ever speak the truth about these matters, let alone address them, shrinks to nearly zero.
To a poet the mere making of a poem can seem to solve the problem of truth, but only a problem of art is solved in poetry.
They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.
Adversity is the first path to truth.
There are times when we must sink to the bottom of our misery to understand truth, just as we must descend to the bottom of a well to see the stars in broad daylight.
Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.