Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship.

My dear fellow, the truth isn’t quite the sort of thing one tells to a nice, sweet, refined girl. What extraordinary ideas you have about the way to behave to a woman!

There is only good art and mediocre art.

My friend is not allowed to go out today. I sit by his side and read him passages from his own life. They fill him with surprise. Everyone should keep someone else's diary; I sometimes suspect you of keeping mine.

Well, I can't eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get on my cuffs.

You can hardly imagine that I and Lord Bracknell would dream of allowing our only daughter - a girl brought up with the utmost care - to marry into a cloak-room, and form an alliance with a parcel?

The truth is rarely pure and never simple.