“Veracity does not consist in saying, but in the intention of communicating truth.”
Samuel Taylor Coleridge book Biographia Literaria
Source: Biographia Literaria (1817), Ch. IX
"That what Everybody Says must be True".
Sketches from Life (1846)
“Veracity does not consist in saying, but in the intention of communicating truth.”
Samuel Taylor Coleridge book Biographia Literaria
Source: Biographia Literaria (1817), Ch. IX
Mark Kingwell (1963) Canadian philosopher
Source: The World We Want (2000), Chapter 4, Spaces And Dreams, p. 171
“I can make affirmation; I can say "So help me God, I will tell the truth."”
William Jennings Bryan (1860–1925) United States Secretary of State
Scopes Trial (1925), Day 7
Buckminster Fuller (1895–1983) American architect, systems theorist, author, designer, inventor and futurist
Source: From 1980s onwards, Buckminster Fuller Talks Politics (1982)
“The subject of a rumor is always the last to hear it.”
Stefan Zweig book The Post Office Girl
The Post Office Girl (published posthumously in 1982)
George Savile, 1st Marquess of Halifax (1633–1695) English politician
Political, Moral, and Miscellaneous Reflections (1750), Moral Thoughts and Reflections
Charles Abbott, 1st Baron Tenterden (1762–1832) British barrister and judge, Lord Chief Justice of the King's Bench
Case of Edmonds and others (1821), 1 St. Tr. (N. S.) 924.
“I am a trial lawyer…. Matilda says that at dinner on a good day I sound like an affidavit.”
Mario Cuomo (1932–2015) American politician, Governor of New York
New York Times (10 November 1986)
Abraham Joshua Heschel (1907–1972) Polish-American Conservative Judaism Rabbi
Source: Who Is Man? (1965), Ch. 5<!-- The sense of the ineffable, p. 87 -->
Context: In our reflection we must go back to where we stand in awe before sheer being, faced with the marvel of the moment. The world is not just here. It shocks us into amazement.
Of being itself all we can positively say is: being is ineffable. The heart of being confronts me as enigmatic, incompatible with my categories, sheer mystery. My power of probing is easily exhausted, my words fade, but what I sense is not emptiness but inexhaustible abundance, ineffable abundance. What I face I cannot utter or phrase in language. But the richness of my facing the abundance of being endows me with marvelous reward: a sense of the ineffable.