There are works which wait, and which one does not understand for a long time; the reason is that they bring answers to questions which have not yet been raised; for the question often arrives a terribly long time after the answer.

Oh, I love London Society! It is entirely composed now of beautiful idiots and brilliant lunatics. Just what Society should be.

We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.

I am tired of myself to-night. I should like to be somebody else.

Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.

In examinations the foolish ask questions that the wise cannot answer.

LORD ILLINGWORTH: The soul is born old but grows young. That is the comedy of life. MRS ALLONBY: And the body is born young and grows old. That is life's tragedy.