If one hears bad music, it is one's duty to drown it by one's conversation.
It is personalities not principles that move the age.
The supreme object of life is to live. Few people live. It is true life only to realize one's own perfection, to make one's every dream a reality.
How else but through a broken heart may Lord Christ enter in?
Death and vulgarity are the only two facts in the nineteenth century that one cannot explain away.
No one wants to see a play called 'Lady Windermere's Fan'. It's going to be called 'Cocks in Frocks II' or I will find another publisher