What is truth? said jesting Pilate and would not stay for an answer.

Memory is a complicated thing a relative to truth but not its twin.

The color of truth is gray.

We were talking about the space between us all and the people who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion. Never glimpse the truth - then it's far too late when they pass away.

Intense feeling too often obscures the truth.

The only way into truth is through one's own annihilation through dwelling a long time in a state of extreme and total humiliation.

Representation of the world like the world itself is the work of men they describe it from their own point of view which they confuse with the absolute truth.

The key to wisdom is this - constant and frequent questioning for by doubting we are led to question and by questioning we arrive at the truth.

I think it better that in times like these a poet's mouth be silent for in truth we have no gift to set a statesman right.

There is no such source of error as the pursuit of truth.

The Bible may be the truth but it is not the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

Chase after the truth like all hell and you'll free yourself even though you never touch its coat tails.

There is a tragic clash between Truth and the world. Pure undistorted truth burns up the world.

The truth is that life is delicious horrible charming frightful sweet bitter and that is everything.

It is only a man's own fundamental thoughts that have truth and life in them. For it is these that he really and completely understands. To read the thoughts of others is like taking the remains of someone else's meal like putting on the discarded clothes of a stranger.

People will tell you anything but what they do is always the truth.

There is never vulgarity in a whole truth however commonplace. It may be unimportant or painful. It cannot be vulgar. Vulgarity is only in concealment of truth or in affectation.

A man must be both stupid and uncharitable who believes there is no virtue or truth but on his own side.

Tell the truth but tell it slant.

I can prove anything by statistics except the truth.

Believe those who are seeking the truth. Doubt those who find it.

Man can embody truth but he cannot know it.

I think there ought to be a club in which preachers and journalists could come together and have the sentimentalism of the one matched with the cynicism of the other. That ought to bring them pretty close to the truth.

It is more from carelessness about truth than from intentionally lying that there is so much falsehood in the world.