What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise [in the future. But only if we set out to make this true and anticipate it so we look for the blessings until we find them].

The fatal errors of life are not due to man's being unreasonable: an unreasonable moment may be one's finest moment. They are due to man's being logical.

A woman who cannot make her mistakes charming, is only a female.

We who live in prison, and in whose lives there is no event but sorrow, have to measure time by throbs of pain, and the record of bitter moments.

What is the good of friendship if one cannot say exactly what one means?

Never speak disrespectfully of Society, Algernon. Only people who can’t get into it do that.

The things one feels absolutely certain about are never true. That is the fatality of faith, and the lesson of romance.