The truth is that life is delicious, horrible, charming, frightful, sweet, bitter, and that is everything.
It is not customary to love what one has.
I am a physician. I keep a drug-shop of lies. I give relief, consolation. Can one console and relieve without lying? ... Only women and doctors know how necessary and how helpful lies are to men.
Silence is the wit of fools.
To die for an idea is to set a rather high price upon conjecture.
Never lend books, for no one ever returns them; the only books I have in my library are books that other folks have left me.