Art is a lie that makes us realize truth.
And as the Divine that goes forth from the Lord is the good of love and the truth of faith, the angels are angels and are heaven in the measure in which they receive good and truth from the Lord.
Humans are born in truth, but we grow up believing in lies. One of the biggest lies in the story of humanity is the lie of our imperfection.
The teacher must derive not only the capacity, but the desire, to observe natural phenomena. The teacher must understand and feel her position of observer: the activity must lie in the phenomenon.
What we have in us of the image of God is the love of truth and justice.
The profoundest of all sensualities is the sense of truth and the next deepest sensual experience is the sense of justice.
Fiction is the truth inside the lie.
To myself I am only a child playing on the beach, while vast oceans of truth lie undiscovered before me.
There are only two things. Truth and lies. Truth is indivisible, hence it cannot recognize itself; anyone who wants to recognize it has to be a lie.
The rulers of the state are the only persons who ought to have the privilege of lying, either at home or abroad; they may be allowed to lie for the good of the state.
And this do I call immaculate perception of all things: to want nothing else from them, but to be allowed to lie before them as a mirror with a hundred facets.
Do not seek fame. Do not make plans. Do not be absorbed by activities. Do not think that you know. Be aware of all that is and dwell in the infinite. Wander where there is no path. Be all that heaven gave you, but act as though you have received nothing. Be empty, that is all.
We all know that Art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize the truth, at least the truth that is given to us to understand.
Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.
There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.
To regard the fundamental as the essence, to regard things as coarse, to regard accumulation as deficiency, and to dwell quietly alone with the spiritual and the intelligent - herein lie the techniques of Tao of the ancients.
We all know that art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize the truth.
Truth is always in harmony with herself, and is not concerned chiefly to reveal the justice that may consist with wrong-doing.
I cannot belong to a nonprofit organization because when you receive grants, you have to make such great compromises with your artistic plans.
We should not be so taken up in the search for truth, as to neglect the needful duties of active life; for it is only action that gives a true value and commendation to virtue.
I have never seasoned a truth with the sauce of a lie in order to digest it more easily.
A lie can travel half way around the world while the truth is putting on its shoes.
It is hard to believe that a man is telling the truth when you know that you would lie if you were in his place.
The pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives.
I am a lie who always speaks the truth.