I love acting. It is so much more real than life.

Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery that mediocrity can pay to greatness.

Out of the unreal shadows of night comes back the real life that we had known. We have to resume it where we had left off... p 207

Who am I to tamper with a masterpiece?

Pray don't talk to me about the weather, Mr. Worthing. Whenever people talk to me about the weather, I always feel quite certain that they mean something else. And that makes me quite nervous.

It is always painful fo part from people whom one has known for a very brief space of time. The absence of old friends one can endure with equanimity. But even a momentary separation from anyone to whom one has just been introduced is almost unbearable.

It is a dangerous thing to reform anyone.