Pray don't talk to me about the weather, Mr. Worthing. Whenever people talk to me about the weather, I always feel quite certain that they mean something else. And that makes me quite nervous.

There is no man who is not, at each moment, what he has been and what he will be.

All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling.

Hard work is amply the refuge of those who have nothing to do.

The world is divided into two classes, those who believe the incredible, and those who do the improbable.

Women, as some witty Frenchman once put it, inspire us with the desire to do masterpieces and always prevent us from carrying them out.

The bright dawn flooded the room, and swept the fantastic shadows into dusky corners, where they lay shuddering.