The truth isn't always beauty, but the hunger for it is.

Truth is beautiful, without doubt; but so are lies.

From these few observations we can already conclude that the real is never beautiful. Beauty is a value applicable only to the imaginary and which means the negation of the world in its essential structure.

Truth is seldom romantic.

REFLECTIONS FROM A MIRROR

Beautiful is he who recognizes what is truly beautiful,
Even if the surface is ugly.
Truthful is he who says what is true,
Even if the truth is ugly.
Ugly is he who measures beauty by its exterior,
Without first weighing the interior.
And ugly is the man who judges harshly what he sees looking out,
Without first judging what he sees in the mirror.

These are not pretty things, but they are true things.

Nothing can be beautiful which is not true.

It is disgraceful for a philosopher to say: the good and the beautiful are one; if he adds 'also the true', one ought to beat him. Truth is ugly. We possess art lest we perish of the truth.

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

What’s beauty if it’s not, in the end, true? Beauty is truth, and truth is beauty.

People, through finding something ‘beautiful,’ think something else ‘unbeautiful

The truth may be puzzling. It may take some work to grapple with. It may be counterintuitive. It may contradict deeply held prejudices. It may not be consonant with what we desperately want to be true. But our preferences do not determine what's true.

The truth, however ugly in itself, is always curious and beautiful to seekers after it.

The truth always carries the ambiguity of the words used to express it.