Facts are stubborn things.

Facts are stubborn things.

Facts are stubborn things.

Facts...are stubborn things...

Facts are stupid things — stubborn things, I should say.

Facts are stubborn things, but statistics are pliable.

We sometimes speak of stubborn facts. Nonsense! A fact is a mere babe when compared with a stubborn theory.

Facts are stubborn things; and whatever may be our wishes, our inclinations, or the dictates of our passion, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence...

Facts are stubborn things; and whatever may be our wishes, our inclinations, or the dictates of our passion, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence.

But you perceive, my boy, that it is not so, and that facts, as usual, are very stubborn things, overruling all theories.

Facts are stupid things.

If facts are inconvenient, well, damn those who live and work with facts.

The less people know, the more stubbornly they know it.

Facts are facts! And if they’re impossible, they’re still facts!