Art is the most intense mode of individualism that the world has known.

All love is true, but not all truth ... is love?

Come, dear, [Gwendolen rises] we have already missed five, if not six, trains. To miss any more might expose us to comment on the platform.

Misfortunes one can endure--they come from outside, they are accidents. But to suffer for one's own faults--ah!--there is the sting of life.

It is always worth while asking a question, though it is not always worth while answering one.

A temperament capable of receiving, through an imaginative medium, and under imaginative conditions, new and beautiful impressions, is the only temperament that can appreciate a work of art.

Before Turner there was no fog in London.