We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.

She knew nothing, but she had everything that he had lost.

LORD ILLINGWORTH What do you think she'd do if I kissed her? MRS ALLONBY Either marry you, or strike you across the face with her glove. What would you do if she struck you across the face with her glove? LORD ILLINGWORTH Fall in love with her, probably.

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

The one charm of marriage is that it makes a life of deception absolutely necessary for both parties.

Science is out of the reach of morals, for her eyes are fixed upon eternal truths. Art is out of the reach of morals, for her eyes are fixed upon things beautiful and immortal and ever-changing.

One should either be a work of art, or wear a work of art.