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It is a total myth that man is by nature curious and truth-hungry and wants, above all things, to know. Given certain recognized senses of ‘to know,’ there is in fact a great deal of stuff we do not want to know. Evidence for this is the enormous number of very basic questions and issues we do not want to think about abstractly.

— David Foster Wallace, Everything and More
Behind Joy and Laughter there may be a temperament, coarse, hard and callous. But behind Sorrow there is always Sorrow. Pain, unlike Pleasure, wears no mask. Truth in Art is not any correspondence between the essential idea and the accidental existence; it is not the resemblance of shape to shadow, or of the form mirrored in the crystal to the form itself: it is no Echo coming from a hollow hill, any more than it is the well of silver water in the valley that shows the Moon to the Moon and Narcissus to Narcissus. Truth in Art is the unity of a thing with itself: the outward rendered expressive of the inward: the soul made incarnate: the body instinct with spirit. For this reason there is no truth comparable to Sorrow. There are times when Sorrow seems to me to be the only truth. Other things may be illusions of the eye or the appetite, made to blind the one and cloy the other, but out of Sorrow have the worlds been built, and at the birth of a child or a star there is pain.

― Oscar Wilde, De Profundis
Every single work of art is the fulfilment of a prophecy. For every work of art is the conversion of an idea into an image. Every single human being should be the fulfilment of a prophecy. For every human being should be the realisation of some ideal either in the mind of God or in the mind of man. Christ found the type, and fixed it, and the dream of a Virgilian poet, either at Jerusalem or at Babylon, became in the long progress of the centuries incarnate in him for whom the world was waiting. “His visage was marred more than any man’s, and his form more than the sons of men," are among the signs noted by Isaiah as distinguishing the new ideal, and as soon as Art understood what was meant it opened like a flower at the presence of one in whom truth in Art was set forth as it had never been before. For is not truth in Art, as I have said, “that in which the outward is expressive of the inward; in which the soul is made flesh, and the body instinct with spirit: in which Form reveals"?

― Oscar Wilde, De Profundis
What flows into you from myth is not truth but reality (truth is always about something, but reality is that about which truth is), and therefore every myth becomes the father of innumerable truths on the abstract level.

— C.S.Lewis
All genuinely funny humour contains an element of truth. A caricature, a cartoon, mimicry or satire 'hit home' because of this relationship to the truth. Yet if such humour is not to be a form of cruelty, there must also be an element of pity or mercy. The person laughed at must at the same time be accepted. This laughter points to a final resolution of the values of truth and mercy in Christ.

— Richard Harries, Art and the Beauty of God