The true critic is he who bears within himself the dreams and ideas and feelings of myriad generations, and to whom no form of thought is alien, no emotional impulse obscure.

If one were to live his life fully and completely were to give form to every feeling, expression to every thought, reality to every dream.

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.

I don't like novels that end happily. They depress me so much

Religions die when they are proved to be true. Science is the record of dead religions.

There is always something infinitely mean about other people's tragedies.

Other people are quite dreadful. The only possible society is oneself.