Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm.
It was only in the theatre that I lived
Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about.
The secret of life is in art.
And now, dear Mr. Worthing, I will not intrude any longer into a house of sorrow. I would merely beg you not to be too much bowed down by grief. What seem to us bitter trials are often blessings in disguise. This seems to me a blessing of an extremely obvious kind.
Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.