All generous minds have a horror of what are commonly called "facts." They are the brute beasts of the intellectual domain.

Though we face the facts of sex we are more reluctant than ever to face the fact of death or the crueler facts of life, either biological or social.

When you have duly arrayed your "facts" in logical order, lo, it is like an oil-lamp that you have made, filled and trimmed, but which sheds no light unless first you light it.

Consciousness of a fact is not knowing it: if it were, the fish would know more of the sea than the geographers and the naturalists.

You will find that the truth is often unpopular and the contest between agreeable fancy and disagreeable fact is unequal. For, in the vernacular, we Americans are suckers for good news.

It is the spirit of the age to believe that any fact, no matter how suspect, is superior to any imaginative exercise, no matter how true.

First, get the facts, then you can distort them at your leisure.

The trouble with facts is that there are so many of them.

The fewer the facts, the stronger the opinion.

We all want to be happy, and we're all going to die ... You might say those are the only two unchallengeably true facts that apply to every human being on this planet.