I analyzed you, though you did not adore me.

Woman begins by resisting a man's advances and ends by blocking his retreat.

Behind the perfection of a man's style, must lie the passion of a man's soul.

Nobody of any real culture, for instance, ever talks nowadays about the beauty of sunset. Sunsets are quite old fashioned. To admire them is a distinct sign of provincialism of temperament. Upon the other hand they go on.

When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.

He is really not so ugly after all, provided, of course, that one shuts one's eyes, and does not look at him.

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?