We have art in order not to die of the truth.

Fix your mind on truth, hold firm to virtue, rely on loving kindness, and find your recreation in the Arts.

We have no organ at all for knowledge, for truth: we know (or believe or imagine) precisely as much as may be useful in the interest of the human herd, the species: and even what is here called usefulness is in the end only a belief, something imagined and perhaps precisely that most fatal piece of stupidity by which we shall one day perish.

I went into the business for the money, and the art grew out of it. If people are disillusioned by that remark, I can't help it. It's the truth.

Convictions are more dangerous foes of truth than lies.

Words are but symbols for the relations of things to one another and to us; nowhere do they touch upon absolute truth.