It is love, and not German philosophy, that is the true explanation of the world, whatever may be the explanation of the next.

I love scrapes. They are the only things that are never serious." "Oh, that's nonsense, Algy. You never talk anything but nonsense." "Nobody ever does.

Philanthropy [has become] simply the refuge of people who wish to annoy their fellow creatures.

No work of art ever puts forward views. Views belong to people who are not artists.

The ugly can be beautiful. The pretty, never.

Oh, how I vainly wished to the bearded man in the sky that I was Neapolitan. Why? So I could bring in a fine Neapolitan pest control to help with Queensberry's problem before it gets out of hand.

I was dominated, soul, brain, and power by you. You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream.