Even things that are true can be proved.
Mothers, of course, are all right. They pay a chap's bills and don't bother him. But fathers bother a chap and never pay his bills.
[on his deathbed in a Paris hotel room] Either this wallpaper goes, or I do.
Grass is hard and lumpy and damp, and full of dreadful black insects.
What you really are is a Bunburyist. I was quite right in saying you were a Bunburyist. You are one of the most advanced Bunburyists I know.
Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them!