“So very difficult a matter is it to trace and find out the truth of anything by history.”
Plutarch book Parallel Lives
Parallel Lives, Pericles
2000-09, An Artist’s Ordeal. 2009
“So very difficult a matter is it to trace and find out the truth of anything by history.”
Plutarch book Parallel Lives
Parallel Lives, Pericles
“It is so difficult – at least, I find it difficult – to understand people who speak the truth.”
E.M. Forster book A Room with a View
Source: A Room with a View (1908), Ch.1
Charles de Lint (1951) author
"Journal Entries", p. 118
Memory and Dream (1994)
Johnny Chiang (1972) Taiwanese politician
Source: Johnny Chiang (2020) cited in " KMT’s Chiang visits human rights park https://taipeitimes.com/News/taiwan/archives/2020/12/11/2003748529" on Taipei Times, 11 December 2020.
Christine O'Donnell (1969) American Tea Party politician and former Republican Party candidate
2006 Delaware US Senate race
“Falsehood is so easy, truth so difficult.”
George Eliot book Adam Bede
Adam Bede (1859)
Context: These fellow-mortals, every one, must be accepted as they are: you can neither straighten their noses, nor brighten their wit, nor rectify their dispositions; and it is these people — amongst whom your life is passed — that it is needful you should tolerate, pity, and love: it is these more or less ugly, stupid, inconsistent people whose movements of goodness you should be able to admire — for whom you should cherish all possible hopes, all possible patience. And I would not, even if I had the choice, be the clever novelist who could create a world so much better than this, in which we get up in the morning to do our daily work, that you would be likely to turn a harder, colder eye on the dusty streets and the common green fields — on the real breathing men and women, who can be chilled by your indifference or injured by your prejudice; who can be cheered and helped onward by your fellow-feeling, your forbearance, your outspoken, brave justice.
So I am content to tell my simple story, without trying to make things seem better than they were; dreading nothing, indeed, but falsity, which, in spite of one's best efforts, there is reason to dread. Falsehood is so easy, truth so difficult. The pencil is conscious of a delightful facility in drawing a griffin — the longer the claws, and the larger the wings, the better; but that marvellous facility which we mistook for genius is apt to forsake us when we want to draw a real unexaggerated lion. Examine your words well, and you will find that even when you have no motive to be false, it is a very hard thing to say the exact truth, even about your own immediate feelings — much harder than to say something fine about them which is not the exact truth.