All significant truths are private truths. As they become public they cease to become truths they become facts or at best part of the public character or at worst catchwords.
Marilyn Monroe wasn't even her real name Charles Manson isn't his real name and now I'm taking that to be my real name. But what's real? You can't find the truth you just pick the lie you like the best.
Literature boils with the madcap careers of writers brought to the edge by the demands of living on their nerves wringing out their memories and their nightmares to extract meaning truth beauty.
Though there might not be any easy answers to the problem of poverty its most compelling scribes do not resign themselves to representation solely for the sake of those age-old verities of truth and beauty.
Beauty like truth is relative to the time when one lives and to the individual who can grasp it. The expression of beauty is in direct ratio to the power of conception the artist has acquired.
When I was young my Father used to tell me that the two most worthwhile pursuits in life were the pursuit of truth and of beauty and I believe that Alfred Nobel must have felt much the same when he gave these prizes for literature and the sciences.
Truth is I cut my hair for freedom not for beauty.
Truth isn't always beauty but the hunger for it is.
Science shows us truth and beauty and fills each day with a fresh wonder of the exquisite order which governs our world.
The pursuit of beauty is much more dangerous nonsense than the pursuit of truth or goodness because it affords a stronger temptation to the ego.
We also maintain - again with perfect truth - that mystery is more than half of beauty the element of strangeness that stirs the senses through the imagination.
We say we want to create beauty identity quality singularity. And yet maybe in truth these cities that we have are desired. Maybe their very characterlessness provides the best context for living.
Poetry a criticism of life under the conditions fixed for such a criticism by the laws of poetic truth and poetic beauty.
Truth is a thing immortal and perpetual and it gives to us a beauty that fades not away in time.
Once you go inside and weed through the muck you will find the real beauty the truth about yourself.
I learned the truth at seventeen That love was meant for beauty queens And high school girls with clear skinned smiles Who married young and then retired.
There are two ways to worry words. One is hoping for the greatest possible beauty in what is created. The other is to tell the truth.