Because it is so unbelievable, the truth often escapes being known.

It was unbelievable, but perhaps only the unbelievable could be believed. Perhaps the truth was always a lie.

It was unbelievable, but perhaps only the unbelievable could be believed. Perhaps the truth was always a lie. Perhaps,

Truth is so obscure in these times, and falsehood so established, that, unless we love the truth, we cannot know it.

La vérité est si obscurcie en ces temps et le mensonge si établi, qu'à moins d'aimer la vérité, on ne saurait la reconnaître.

The truth by way of illusion.

Truth, when not sought after, rarely comes to light.

The truth is hidden from us. Even if a mere piece of luck brings us straight to it, we shall have no grounded conviction of our success; there are so many similar objects, all claiming to be the real thing.

Many of you have already found out, and others will find out in the course of their lives, that truth eludes us if we do not concentrate our attention totally on it's pursuit. But even while it eludes us, the illusion of knowing it still lingers and leads to many misunderstandings. Also, truth seldom is pleasant; it is almost invariably bitter.

Language can be very adept at hiding the truth.

Nothing is wholly obvious without becoming enigmatic. Reality itself is too obvious to be true.

There's a world of difference between truth and facts. Facts can obscure truth.

Myths are the unbelievable truth.

Not being known doesn’t stop the truth from being true