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.

Men are such cowards. They outrage every law in the world and are afraid of the world's tongue.

I find him in the curves of certain lines, in the loveliness and subtleties of certain colours.

Hard work is amply the refuge of those who have nothing to do.

The true perfection of man lies not in what man has, but in what man is.

Crying is for plain women. Pretty women go shopping.

This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.