Look at all the sentences which seem true and question them.
The truth is always a compound of two half- truths, and you never reach it, because there is always something more to say.
Is there life before death?
Is love supposed to last throughout all time, or is it like trains changing at random stops. If I loved her, how could I leave her? If I felt that way then, how come I don't feel anything now?
Love truth, and pardon error.
Do something. If it doesn't work, do something else. No idea is too crazy.
The great thing about a computer notebook is that no matter how much you stuff into it, it doesn't get bigger or heavier.