They get up early, because they have so much to do, and go to bed early, because they have so little to think about.

Oh, brothers! I don't care for brothers. My elder brother won't die, and my younger brothers seem never to do anything else.

The ancient historians gave us delightful fiction in the form of fact; the modern novelist presents us with dull facts under the guise of fiction.

Lord Illingworth told me this morning that there was an orchid there as beautiful as the seven deadly sins.

What between the duties expected of one during one's lifetime, and the duties exacted from one after one's death, land has ceased to be either a profit or a pleasure. It gives one position, and prevents one from keeping it up. That's all that can be said about land.

I never forget a face, but in your case I'll make an exception.

The soul is a terrible reality. It can be bought and sold and bartered away.