There is a fatality about good resolutions – that they are always made too late
What do you call a bad man? The sort of man who admires innocence.
Lo! with a little rod I did but touch the honey of romance — And must I lose a soul's inheritance?
Jack: Actually, I was found. Lady Bracknell: Found? Jack: Uh, yes, I was in... a handbag. Lady Bracknell: A handbag? Jack: Yes, it was... [makes gestures] Jack: an ordinary handbag.
In the old days men had the rack. Now they have the Press.
Frank Harris has been received in all the great houses - once.