Work is the curse of the drinking classes.

It is better to be beautiful than to be good. But... it is better to be good than to be ugly.

If we're always guided by other people's thoughts, what's the point in having our own?

Well, I can't eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get on my cuffs.

This ghastly state of things is what you call Bunburying, I suppose? Algernon. Yes, and a perfectly wonderful Bunbury it is. The most wonderful Bunbury I have ever had in my life. Jack. Well, you've no right whatsoever to Bunbury here. Algernon. That is absurd. One has a right to Bunbury anywhere one chooses. Every serious Bunburyist knows that.

For us there is only one season, the season of sorrow. The very sun and moon seem taken from us. Outside, the day may be blue and gold, but the light that creeps down through the thickly-muffled glass of the small iron-barred window beneath which one sits is grey and niggard. It is always twilight in one's cell, as it is always twilight in one's heart. And in the sphere of thought, no less than in the sphere of time, motion is no more.

What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise