Mary Baker Eddy Quotes

An error is the more dangerous in proportion to the degree of truth which it contains.

Art has a double face, of expression and illusion, just like science has a double face: the reality of error and the phantom of truth.

Truth lies within a little and certain compass, but error is immense.

A misconception remains a misconception, even when it is shared by the majority of people.

Error is created; truth is eternal.

Truth lives in the cellar, error on the doorstep.

An error becomes an error when born as truth.

Truth is one, but error is manifold.

Truth is in all things, even partly, in error.

Truth is a theory that is constantly being disproved. Only lies, it seems, go on forever.

Error is none the better for being common, nor truth the worse for having lain neglected.

Sometimes the truth is arrived at by adding all the little lies together and deducting them from the totality of what is known.

Mistakes live in the neighbourhood of truth and therefore delude us.

Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies.

You want the truth, of course. You want me to put two and two together. But two and two doesn’t necessarily get you the truth. Two and two equals a voice outside the window. Two and two equals the wind. The living bird is not its labeled bones.

I would start drinking something terrible if I were in a situation where I was surrounded by lies or quiet or secrets. It's just not a real life.

Truth is singular. Its 'versions' are mistruths.

The truth is still the truth whether or not you believe it. Can we say the same about lies? No, lies only exist because we believe them. If we don't believe in lies, they simply disappear.

Truth is a naked and open daylight, that does not show the masques, and mummeries, and triumphs of the world, half so stately and daintily as candle-lights. . . A mixture of a lie doth ever add pleasure

Sometimes the truth don't rhyme

Truth is error burned up.

With other people, Hilly hands out lies like the Presbyterians hand out guilt, but it's our own silent agreement, this strict honesty, perhaps the one thing that has kept us friends

Mistakes are joyful, truth infernal.

Since I wasn't able to leave a succession of beautiful lies, I want to leave the smidgen of truth that the falsehood of everything lets us suppose we can tell.

Truth burns up error.