Truth can remain silent. Lies must be spoken.
The grandeur of a philosophy does not certify its truth.
Birth dates and bathroom scales tell more truth than I want to know.
Truth usually stammers at first.
I am plain-speaking out of both sides of my mouth.
Profundity often goes past the issue to some deep but useless truth.
Universal truths have become an embarrassment, but they won’t quite go away.
After I have said what is required by my vanity and my morality, I may find a moment for Truth.
The truths I shun follow me, mumbling.
The truth usually has a slightly ugly look.
We sometimes find truth, but more often it finds us.
Truth is a necessary phantom.
Don’t tell me it’s raining when you’re peeing on me!
Plato’s Symposium shows that flirtation and philosophy can further one another.
When appearance and reality coincide, philosophy and literary criticism find themselves with nothing to say.
Against classical philosophy: thinking about eternity or the immensity of the universe does not lessen my unhappiness.
Modern thought does not offer consolations, but upsets.
In philosophy, the principles are more interesting than the examples. In literature, the examples are more interesting than the principles.
Beggars remind us that not all miseries arise from our ideas.
In the present age, a man with harmonious ideas is regarded as out of touch.