He who grows in grace remembers that he is but dust, and he therefore does not expect his fellow Christians to be anything more. He overlooks ten thousand of their faults, because he knows his God overlooks twenty thousand in his own case. He does not expect perfection in the creature, and, therefore, he is not disappointed when he does not find it.
—Charles H. Spurgeon
I tore myself away from the safe comfort of certainties through my love for the truth; and truth rewarded me.
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Simone de Beauvoir
The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read. Not by any other person, and not even by yourself at some later date. Otherwise you begin excusing yourself. You must see the writing as emerging like a long scroll of ink from the index finger of your right hand; you must see your left hand erasing it.
—Margaret Atwood
The truth knocks on the door and you say, ‘Go away, I’m looking for the truth,’ and so it goes away. Puzzling.
—Robert M. Pirsig
The truth about most if not all of us.
That’s what fiction is for. It’s for getting at the truth when the truth isn’t sufficient for the truth.
—Tim O’Brien, The Things They Carried
The pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple.
—Oscar Wilde
