The tragedy of growing old is not that one is old but that one is young.

Yet each man kills the thing he loves By each let this be heard Some do it with a bitter look Some with a flattering word The coward does it with a kiss The brave man with a sword

A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at, for it leaves out the one country at which Humanity is always landing. And when Humanity lands there, it looks out, and, seeing a better country, sets sail. Progress is the realisation of Utopias.

Lying, the telling of beautiful untrue things, is the proper aim of Art.

A man can be happy with any woman, as long as he does not love her.

Gwendolen, it is a terrible thing for a man to find out suddenly that all his life he has been speaking nothing but the truth. Can you forgive me?

There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.