No man means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean, for words are slippery and thought is viscous.
One sought not absolute truth. One sought only a spool on which to wind the thread of history without breaking it.
We shall some day catch an abstract truth by the tail, and then we shall have our religion and our immortality.
If our minds could get hold of one abstract truth, they would be immortal so far as that truth is concerned. My trouble is to find out how we can get hold of the truth at all.