The tragedy of the poor is that they can afford nothing but self denial.

There is no man who is not, at each moment, what he has been and what he will be.

His style is chaos illumined by flashes of lightning. As a writer he has mastered everything except language.

How you can sit there, calmly eating muffins when we are in this horrible trouble, I can’t make out. You seem to me to be perfectly heartless." "Well, I can’t eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get on my cuffs. One should always eat muffins quite calmly. It is the only way to eat them." "I say it’s perfectly heartless your eating muffins at all, under the circumstances.

The trouble with the lower classes is that they lack the sense of tragedy given to them by the upper classes.

If I am occasionally a little over-dressed, I make up for it by being always immensely over-educated.

Oscar Wilde was suing the Marquis of Queensbury in 1895 for libel accusing Wilde of homosexuality Counsel: Have you ever adored a young man madly? Wilde: I have never given adoration to anyone except myself.