Who said “Nobody has any conscience about adding to the improbabilities of a marvelous tale.”?

“The art of storytelling is reaching its end because the epic side of truth, wisdom, is dying out.”

“Madame, all stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you.”

“There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before.”

“In the tale, in the telling, we are all one blood. Take the tale in your teeth, then, and bite till the blood runs, hoping it's not poison; and we will all come to the end together, and even to the beginning: living, as we do, in the middle.”

“We are lonesome animals. We spend all our life trying to be less lonesome. One of our ancient methods is to tell a story begging the listener to say -- and to feel -- ''Yes, that's the way it is, or at least that's the way I feel it. You're not as alone as you thought.''”

“Life is made up of marble and mud.”

“A woman's chastity consists, like an onion, of a series of coats.”

“We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream; it may be so the moment after death.”

“Happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. Make it the object of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained.”

“No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself, and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be true.”

“The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's family and friends; and lastly, the solid cash.”