I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again.

Miss Prism: And you do not seem to realize, dear Doctor, that by persistently remaining single, a man converts himself into a permanent public temptation. Men should be more careful; this very celibacy leads weaker vessels astray. Chasuble: But is a man not equally attractive when married? Miss Prism: No married man is ever attractive except to his wife. Chasuble: And often, I've been told, not even to her.

All charming people, I fancy, are spoiled. It is the secret of their attraction.

He had that curious love of green, which in individuals is always the sign of a subtle artistic temperament, and in nations is said to denote a laxity, if not a decadence of morals.

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

Always! That is the dreadful word ... it is a meaningless word, too.

The good we get from art is not what we learn from it; it is what we become through it.