An excellent man; he has no enemies; and none of his friends like him.

It is only fair to state, with regard to modern journalists, that they always apologize to one in private for what they have written against one in public.

the costume of the nineteenth century is detestable. It is so sombre, so depressing. Sin is the only real colour-element left in modern life.

Laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship, and it is far the best ending for one.

I was dominated, soul, brain, and power by you. You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream.

Lady Bracknell. Good afternoon, dear Algernon, I hope you are behaving very well. Algernon. I’m feeling very well, Aunt Augusta. Lady Bracknell. That’s not quite the same thing. In fact the two things rarely go together.

Ideals are dangerous things. Realities are better. They wound, but they're better.