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The further a society drifts from truth the more it will hate those who speak it.

— George Orwell, A Collection of Essays  <link>

I am a Christian, and indeed a Roman Catholic, so that I do not expect “history” to be anything but a “long defeat”—though it contains some samples or glimpses of final victory.

— J.R.R. Tolkien  <link>

Thirst was made for water; inquiry for truth.

— C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce  <link>

Time is the unfolding of truth that already is,
the unveiling of beauty that is yet to be.

— Author unknown, from Christian Prayer, closing prayer for 7th Sunday of Easter  <link>

Myth-making

We have come from God, and inevitably the myths woven by us, though they contain error, will also reflect a splintered fragment of the true light, the eternal truth that is with God. Indeed only by myth-making, only by becoming ‘sub-creator’ and inventing stories, can Man aspire to the state of perfection that he knew before the Fall. Our myths may be misguided, but they steer however shakily towards the true harbour, while materialistic ‘progress’ leads only to a yawning abyss and the Iron Crown of the power of evil.

— J.R.R. Tolkien  <link>

If there is a God, and He loves me—if that’s not just a nice thought, if there is truth in that, it will change everything.

— Matt Fradd, interview on The Journey Home  <link>

Science encourages legitimate human curiosity to know the universe and to admire and contemplate its beauty and goodness. In this way we enter into communion with God himself, who looked upon what He had created and saw that it was very good.

— Pope John Paul II, “Discourse to the Pontifical Academy of Sciences”, 26 Sep 1986  <link>

I am not altogether on anybody’s side, because nobody is altogether on my side, if you understand me… And there are some things, of course, whose side I’m altogether not on; I am against them altogether.

— J.R.R. Tolkien, spoken by Treebeard in The Lord of the Rings  <link>

Valentine

Not a red rose or a satin heart.

I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.

Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute card or a kissogram.

I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.

Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,
if you like.

Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.

— Carol Ann Duffy (via)  <link>

Many lives have a mystical sense, but not everyone reads it aright. More often than not it is given to us in cryptic form, and when we fail to decipher it, we despair because our lives seem meaningless. The secret of a great life is often a man’s success in deciphering the mysterious symbols vouchsafed to him, understanding them and so learning to walk in the true path.

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn  <link>

All my life false and real, right and wrong tangled.
Playing with the moon, ridiculing the wind, listening to the birds…
Many years wasted seeing the mountain covered with snow.
This winter I suddenly realize snow makes a mountain.

— Dogen  <link>

love is the voice under all silences,
the hope which has no opposite in fear;
the strength so strong mere force is feebleness:
the truth more first than sun more last than star

— E.E. Cummings  <link>