There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.

A woman who cannot make her mistakes charming, is only a female.

Life is never fair, and perhaps it is a good thing for most of us that it is not.

Can they feel, I wonder, those white silent people we call the dead?

Alone, and without any reference to his neighbours, without any interference, the artist can fashion a beautiful thing; and if he does not do it solely for his own pleasure, he is not an artist at all.

There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love.

This ghastly state of things is what you call Bunburying, I suppose? Algernon. Yes, and a perfectly wonderful Bunbury it is. The most wonderful Bunbury I have ever had in my life. Jack. Well, you've no right whatsoever to Bunbury here. Algernon. That is absurd. One has a right to Bunbury anywhere one chooses. Every serious Bunburyist knows that.