A Fact Is Not A Truth Until

North Was Only A Direction Indicated By A Compass--if A Man Had One, That Is, For Otherwise There Was No North Or South Or East Or West; There Was Only The Brooding Desolation.

I Prize The Depression, For Instance, Because I Learned The Value Of Things In The Depression That A Way People Who Don't Have To Worry About Such Things Never Learned To Prize It Really, I Believe.

A Fact Is Not A Truth Until You Love It.

I Think Making Mistakes And Discovering Them For Yourself Is Of Great Value, But To Have Someone Else To Point Out Your Mistakes Is A Shortcut Of The Process.

I've Never Known, At Least A Modern Historical Instance, Where The Truth Wasn't Superior To Distortion In Every Way.