Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about.

A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.

Murder is always a mistake. One should never do anything that one cannot talk about after dinner.

It is absurd to say that there are neither ruins nor curiosities in America when they have their mothers and their manners.

Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.

Jack: Actually, I was found. Lady Bracknell: Found? Jack: Uh, yes, I was in... a handbag. Lady Bracknell: A handbag? Jack: Yes, it was... [makes gestures] Jack: an ordinary handbag.

No publisher should ever express an opinion of the value of what he publishes. That is a matter entirely for the literary critic to decide.