As men are killed by fighting, the truth is lost in disputing.
See {618046} for an even earlier statement of this point.
In excess altercation, truth is lost.
No, none of us seem so very real. We're only supporting characters in the lives of each other. Any real truth, any precious fact will always be lost in a mountain of shattered make-believe.
The day knowledge was preferred to wisdom and mere usefulness to beauty. . . . Only a moral revolution -- not a social or a political revolution -- only a moral revolution would lead man back to his lost truth.
History is idle gossip about a happening whose truth is lost the instant it has taken place.
Through over-long contention the truth is lost
Easter is not limited to the passion and death of Christ; it also includes the dismal tragedy of life unlived by the many, and all the loss of passion and truth that goes with it.
And so, perhaps, the truth winds somewhere between the road to Glastonbury, Isle of the Priests, and the road to Avalon, lost forever in the mists of the Summer Sea.
Truth had run through my fingers. Every drop had escaped.