untruth

...it is not to be understood that I am with him [Jesus] in all his doctrines. I am a Materialist, he takes the side of spiritualism; he preaches the efficacy of repentance toward forgiveness of sin. I require a counterpoise of good works to redeem it... Among the sayings & discourses imputed to him by his biographers, I find many passages of fine imagination, correct morality, and of the most lovely benevolence: and others again of so much ignorance, so much absurdity, so much untruth, charlatanism, and imposture, as to pronounce it impossible that such contradictions should have proceeded from the same

People who tell untruths are easily deceived because they have placed their energy in that negative vibration location and are now a match for that behavior.

Darkness is perhaps the only reality, the only truth, both of which have only one property; they are eternal. What we call light is a mere temporary absence of darkness, untruth, a mere temporary absence of truth. Vedas point to this absence by neti, neti; not this, not this. Both, darkness and truth overcome light and untruth and start becoming manifest, sooner or later, mostly sooner than later, once we believe and strive to experience. Sages, down the ages, have emphasised the learning path to The Truth; prevent light from entering your eyes by shutting them or sitting in a darker area, to make it easier. And a last word; there is no perfect darkness and no perfect truth. These, just two names for the same absence, are goals to which we may get ever closer, without reaching. And priests and scriptures make God so complicated!

You may use a thousand words for a single lie, but the_ truth has no twin.

Let each man say what he deems truth, and let truth itself be commended unto God.

Imani ni nia ya kujua kisichoweza kujulikana na hupeleka watu kwenye ukweli. Kuamini hupotosha, na ni nia ya kudharau kinachoweza kujulikana.

You can believe in whatsoever you like, but the truth remains the truth, no matter how sweet the lie may taste.

A philosopher is a blind man in a dark room looking for a black cat that isn't there. A theologian is the man who finds it.

The goal of all principled people is to recognize truth. Simple or complex thoughts and feelings standing alone rarely express any universal truths. Thoughts and feelings combine to create profound truths and compose extravagant falsities. Truth making exposes certain falsehoods, and lies shed light upon irrefutable truths. Art reveals the pageantry of nature along with the unmitigated grotesqueness that accompanies an earthly life. The search for truth begins with an intellectual journey into darkness whereas the search for beauty requires an imaginative act trussed with the classical beauty of Apollonian lightness. Aesthetic appreciation represents the perfect reconciliation of the sensual and rational parts of humankind__ animalistic nature. Similar to aesthetic experience _ contemplation of beauty without imposition of a worldly agenda _ love depends upon human sensory-emotional values, a judgement of values and sentiments.

A surfeit of information often hides an untruth,_ he said, with annoying clarity.

The main misfortune, the root of all the evil to come, was the loss of confidence in the value of one__ own opinion. People imagined that it was out of date to follow their own moral sense, that they must all sing in chorus, and live by other people__ notions, notions that were being crammed down everybody__ throat.

Don't cry for someone who would love smiling when your tears are flowing.

In his opinion, all the world__ misfortunes stemmed from the countless untruths, both deliberate and unintentional, which people told because of haste or carelessness.

Truth and untruth weave the seamless web of human nature.

The subtlest lie of all is the full truth.

Fanatics are like debris following the course of the wind, they are swept around like sand, and convinced to believe in what they do not understand.

Whatever you tell; lie or truth, can both destroy or save you.

Laine had been very proud of herself last night. Nicholas had talked about ghosts and magic and woven a bit of a spell himself. He'd sounded so convincing, so logical, so sad, that she'd found herself wanting to believe him. But testing prods at his argument had made him angry, and long years with Gavin had taught her that angry, defensive people shared the lousy habit of being wrong.