Only mediocrities progress. An artist revolves in a cycle of masterpieces, the first of which is no less perfect than the last.

To begin with, I dined there on Monday, and once a week is quite enough to dine with one's own relations.

Women are meant to be loved, not to be understood.

Shakespeare might have met Rosencrantz and Guildenstern in the white streets of London, or seen the serving-men of rival houses bite their thumbs at each other in the open square; but Hamlet came out of his soul, and Romeo out of his passion.

I've now realised for the first time in my life the vital Importance of Being Earnest.

How does one cure the soul? Through the senses

The man with a clear conscience probably has a poor memory.