Psycholog­y is in its infancy, as a science. I hope in the interests of Art, it will always remain so.

You must have a cigarette. A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want?

The modern sympathy with invalids is morbid. Illness of any kind is hardly a thing to be encouraged in others.

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.

If you pretend to be good, the world takes you very seriously. If you pretend to be bad, it doesn't. Such is the astounding stupidity of optimism.

The trouble with the lower classes is that they lack the sense of tragedy given to them by the upper classes.

The reason we are so pleased to find other people's secrets is that it distracts public attention from our own.