The liar at any rate recognizes that recreation, not instruction, is the aim of conversation, and is a far more civilized being than the blockhead who loudly expresses his disbelief in a story which is told simply for the amusement of the company.

Memory is the diary that chronicles things that never have happened and couldn't possibly have happened.

For us there is only one season, the season of sorrow. The very sun and moon seem taken from us.

I never put off till tomorrow what I can do the day after.

You can fake intelligence, but you can't fake wit.

The longer I live, Dorian, the more keenly I feel that whatever was good enough for our fathers is not good enough for us. In art, as in politics, les grand-pères ont toujours tort.

For an artist to marry his model is as fatal as for a gourmet to marry his cook: the one gets no sittings, and the other gets no dinners.