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.
Words are but symbols for the relations of things to one another and to us; nowhere do they touch upon absolute truth.
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.
Mystical explanations are thought to be deep; the truth is that they are not even shallow.
Convictions are more dangerous foes of truth than lies.
We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.
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.
And we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.
One may sometimes tell a lie, but the grimace that accompanies it tells the truth.
Not when truth is dirty, but when it is shallow, does the enlightened man dislike to wade into its waters.
All truth is simple... is that not doubly a lie?
I preach there are all kinds of truth, your truth and somebody else's. But behind all of them there is only one truth and that is that there's no truth.
There's just some magic in truth and honesty and openness.
We've got to be fair. You can't say a place that has strip joints is sacred ground. We've got to be just. We've got to speak the truth. We've got to have justice for everybody. We're a country of justice for all, not justice for non-Muslims only or s...
Some counterfeits reproduce so very well the truth that it would be a flaw of judgment not to be deceived by them.
However greatly we distrust the sincerity of those we converse with, yet still we think they tell more truth to us than to anyone else.
Tell the truth and shame the devil.
Everyone, left to his own devices, forms an idea about what goes on in language which is very far from the truth.
It is difficult to discriminate the voice of truth from amid the clamor raised by heated partisans.
The truth is more important than the facts.
In this play we're dealing with relative truths - who's lying, who's telling the truth. But underneath that, Ed and I have hit this deeper level of intimacy between old friends that comes out in the play.
