If one hears bad music, it is one's duty to drown it by one's conversation.
The study of law is sublime, and its practice vulgar.
Misfortunes one can endure--they come from outside, they are accidents. But to suffer for one's own faults--ah!--there is the sting of life.
Reported as Oscar Wilde's last words on his death bed... This wallpaper is killing me. One of us has to go.
A flower blossoms for its own joy.
It is a sad truth, but we have lost the faculty of giving lovely names to things. Names are everything. I never quarrel with actions. My one quarrel is with words. The man who could call a spade a spade should be compelled to use one. It is the only thing he is fit for.