You shut out from your society the gentle and the good. You laugh at the simple and the pure. living, as you all do, on other and by them, you need at self-sacrifice, and if you throw bread to the poor, it is merely to keep them quiet for a season.

Never regret thy fall, O Icarus of the fearless flight For the greatest tragedy of them all Is never to feel the burning light.

I treated Art as the supreme reality and life as a mere mode of fiction.

I never play cricket. It requires one to assume such indecent postures.

Come, dear, [Gwendolen rises] we have already missed five, if not six, trains. To miss any more might expose us to comment on the platform.

If one doesn't talk about a thing, it has never happened. It is simply expression that gives reality to things.

Faithfulness is to the emotional life what consistency is to the life of the intellect - simply a confession of failures.