Don’t loan money to a friend, or you’ll lose your money and your friend.
You’d be better off just giving them the money.
The return is the same ($0), but you’d skip the bad feelings.

If you tell me I look like someone you know, I might get panicked and think you’re on to me. I thought nobody saw me abduct that guy and steal his identity.

He had a principle: if you lend money and never see the person again, that's money well spent.

She got her looks from her father. He's a plastic surgeon.

He is not easy to describe. There is something wrong with his appearance; something displeasing, something downright detestable. I never saw a man I so disliked, and yet I scarce know why. He must be deformed somewhere; he gives a strong feeling of deformity, although I couldn’t specify the point. He’s an extraordinary-looking man, and yet I really can name nothing out of the way. No sir; I can make no hand of it; I can’t describe him. And it’s not want of memory; for I declare I can see him this moment.

Maybe there was once a human who looked like you, and somewhere along the line you killed him and took his place. And your superiors don’t know.

There was a missing person inside of myself and I needed to find him.

A man in debt is so far a slave.

The Sikh gave him the money. When Menon asked for his address so that he could repay the man, the Sikh said that Menon owed the debt to any stranger who came to him in need, as long as he lived. The help came from a stranger and was to be repaid to a stranger.

I’d like to file a missing person’s report — on my clone. It’s nearly 2012. He should have been here by now.

Personally I’d give ten thousand bucks to be a psychiatrist and not a writer.

I fear not the man who has practiced 10,000 kicks once, but I fear the man who has practiced one kick 10,000 times.

Why is it that, in spite of all the mirrors in the world, no one really knows what he looks like?

Give me one man
from among ten thousands,
if he be the best.