A Fact Is Not A Truth Until

I Took Five Years On The First Volume, Five Years On The Second Volume, And Ten Years On The Third Volume.

I Began The Way Nearly Everybody I Ever Heard Of - I Began Writing Poetry. And I Find That To Be Quite Usual With Writers, Their Trying Their Hand At Poetry.

The Point I Would Make Is That The Novelist And The Historian Are Seeking The Same Thing: The Truth – Not A Different Truth: The Same Truth – Only They Reach It, Or Try To Reach It, By Different Routes. Whether The Event Took Place In A World Now Gone To Dust, Preserved By Documents And Evaluated By Scholarship, Or In The Imagination, Preserved By Memory And Distilled By The Creative Process, They Both Want To Tell Us How It Was: To Re-create It, By Their Separate Methods, And Make It Live Again In The World Around Them.

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.

People Make A Grievous Error Thinking That A List Of Facts Is The Truth. Facts Are Just The Bare Bones Out Of Which Truth Is Made.