Reported as Oscar Wilde's last words on his death bed... This wallpaper is killing me. One of us has to go.

It was not intended as a compliment. It was a confession. Now that I have made it, something seems to have gone out of me. Perhaps one should never put one's worship into words.

I have said to you to speak the truth is a painful thing. To be forced to tell lies is much worse.

Duty is what one expects from others.

Every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself.

The only way a woman can ever reform a man is by boring him so completely that he loses all possible interest in life.

The value of an idea has nothing whatsoever to do with the sincerity of the man who expresses it. Indeed, the probabilities are that the more insincere the man is, the more purely intellectual will the idea be, as in that case it will not be coloured by either his wants, his desires, or his prejudices.