They did not understand a single word of what he was saying, but that made no matter, for they put their heads on one side, and looked wise, which is quite as good as understanding a thing, and very much easier.

Life is the art of being well deceived, and to succeed, it must be habitual and uninterrupted.

Everything is dangerous, my dear fellow. If it wasn't so, life wouldn't be worth living.

If art is to have a special train, the critic must keep some seats reserved on it.

What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing. And a sentimentalist, my dear Darlington, is a man who sees an absurd value in everything, and doesn't know the market place of any single thing.

The moment that an artist takes notice of what other people want, and tries to supply the demand, he ceases to be an artist.

I am happy in my prison of passion