Truth is in things, and not in words.

The truth is not always beautiful, nor beautiful words the truth.

Things and people are not what we wish them to be nor what they seem to be. They are what they are.

They're ugly, but those are the facts of life.

The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see.

I do not wish to treat friendships daintily, but with the roughest courage. When they are real, they are not glass threads or frost-work, but the solidest thing we know.

Things aren't different. Things are things.

The real truths are heresies. They cannot be spoken. Only discovered, whispered, and perhaps read.

When friendships are real, they are not glass threads or frost work, but the solidest things we can know.

-Do you see that?
-Yeah, what is it?
-That’s the truth.
-How can you tell it’s the truth?
-Because it’s ugly.

You don’t believe things because they make your life better, you believe them because they’re true.

Things are pretty, graceful, rich, elegant, handsome, but, until they speak to the imagination, not yet beautiful.

...truth is reality

"The most ancient parts of truth … also once were plastic. They also were called true for human reasons. They also mediated between still earlier truths and what in those days were novel observations. Purely objective truth, truth in whose establishment the function of giving human satisfaction in marrying previous parts of experience with newer parts played no role whatsoever, is nowhere to be found. The reasons why we call things true is the reason why they are true, for "to be true" means only to perform this marriage-function."