But she is happiest alone. She is happiest alone.

You can hardly imagine that I and Lord Bracknell would dream of allowing our only daughter - a girl brought up with the utmost care - to marry into a cloak-room, and form an alliance with a parcel?

A community is infinitely more brutalised by the habitual employment of punishment than it is by the occasional occurence of crime.

A grand passion is the privelege of people who have nothing to do.

Placerea este testul naturii, semnul ei aprobator.

Death and vulgarity are the only two facts in the nineteenth century that one cannot explain away.

That is what the highest criticism really is, the record of one's own soul. It is more fascinating than history, as it is concerned simply with oneself. It is more delightful than philosophy, as its subject is concrete and not abstract, real and not vague. It is the only civilized form of autobiography.