For it occurred to me that I should find much more truth
in the reasonings of each individual with reference to the affairs in which he is personally interested, and the issue of which must presently punish him if he has judged amiss, than in those conducted by a man of letters in his study, regarding speculative matters that are of no practical moment, and followed by no consequences to himself, farther, perhaps, than that they foster his vanity the better the more remote they are from common sense; requiring, as they must in this case, the exercise of greater ingenuity and art to render them probable.
The sensible things are not realities, but shadows only, in relation to the truth
For the soul's communication of truth
is the highest event in nature, since it then does not give somewhat from itself, but it gives itself, or passes into and becomes that man whom it enlightens; or, in proportion to that truth
he receives, it takes him to itself.
Vanstone was now placed could lead in the end to but one result -- to a disclosure, more or less inevitable, of the truth
As little foundation is there for the report that I am a teacher, and take money; this accusation has no more truth
in it than the other.
And a further reason for caution, in this respect, might be drawn from the reflection that we are not always sure that those who advocate the truth
are influenced by purer principles than their antagonists.
A prince, therefore, ought always to take counsel, but only when he wishes and not when others wish; he ought rather to discourage every one from offering advice unless he asks it; but, however, he ought to be a constant inquirer, and afterwards a patient listener concerning the things of which he inquired; also, on learning that nay one, on any consideration, has not told him the truth
, he should let his anger be felt.
Certainly, it is heaven upon earth, to have a man's mind move in charity, rest in providence, and turn upon the poles of truth
You say you can't see a reign of goodness and truth
Something about truth
was in it; how to see the truth
is our great chance in this world.
A few months ago I was at the old home, and I read that book again, after not looking at it for more than thirty years; and I read it with amazement at its prevailing artistic vulgarity, its prevailing aesthetic error shot here and there with gleams of light, and of the truth
that Reade himself was always dimly groping for.
The men who sang that pain was sweet Shuddered to see the mask of death Storm by with myriad thundering feet; The sudden truth
caught up our breath Our throats like pulses beat.