Hermann Hesse Quotes

What is truth? Truth doesn't really exist. Who is going to judge whether my experience of an incident is more valid than yours? No one can be trusted to be the judge of that.

I think what happens is when we start to look at the facts, everybody has their impression of what truth is.

I think the reality is important anyway.

A lot of what we're doing here deals with perception rather than truth. Many would argue that reality depends more on the former than the latter.

Reality has actually very little to do with truth; there is no necessary connection between the two.

There are many levels of truth.

There's a world of difference between truth and facts. Facts can obscure the truth.

I think Pirandello had something to say to people about what truth really is.

Don't confuse facts with reality.

In polling, truth is what people perceive.

The truth is whatever people will believe is the truth.

What is the truth? Is it what you experience? Is it what I experience? Or is there some objective truth in between?

Truth I have no trouble with, it's the facts I get all screwed up.

You can tell a true war story by the questions you ask. Somebody tells a story, let's say, and afterward you ask, 'Is it true?' and if the answer matters, you've got your answer . . . Absolute occurrence is irrelevant. A thing may happen and be a total lie; another thing may not happen and be truer than the truth.

He was guided by what he saw rather than by what he wanted to believe.

If the truth is told, things are just as bad as you yourself care to make them.

What happens is fact, not truth. Truth is what we think about what happens.

The truth isn't just the facts. You can have all the facts imaginable and miss the truth, just as you can have facts missing or some wrong, and reach the larger truth.

When you stop inventing reality then you see things as they really are.

Reality is what we want it to be or what we do not want it to be, but it is not our wanting or our not wanting that makes it so.

The truth is what I make it. I could set this world on fire and call it rain.

Our truth of nowadays is not what is, but what others can be convinced of; just as we call "money" not only that which is legal, but also any counterfeit that will pass.

Truths are illlusions which we have forgotten are illusions.

They tease me now, telling me it was only a dream. But does it matter whether it was a dream or reality, if the dream made known to me the truth?

Reality is a concept that depends largely upon where you point your face.