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.

Oh! I don't think I would like to catch a sensible man. I shouldn't know what to talk to him about.

For the canons of good society are, or should be, the same as the canons of art. Form is absolutely essential to it.

It is chiefly, I regret to say, through journalism that such people find expression. I regret it because there is much to be said in favour of modern journalism. By giving us the opinions of the uneducated, it keeps us in touch with the ignorance of the community.

I can resist anything but the temptation to make a clever witticism.

Yes; poor Bunbury is a dreadful invalid. Well, I must say, Algernon, that I think it is high time that Mr. Bunbury made up his mind whether he was going to live or to die. This shillyshallying with the question is absurd.

My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One of us has got to go.