Two men look out a window. One sees mud, the other sees the stars.

The ability of the theist to misunderstand a thing is directly proportional to the obviousness of the thing.

I am sick to death of cleverness. Everybody is clever nowadays. You can't go anywhere without meeting clever people. The thing has become an absolute public nuisance. I wish to goodness we had a few fools left. ALGERNON: We have. JACK: I should extremely like to meet them. What do they talk about? ALGERNON: The fools? Oh! about the clever people of course. JACK: What fools.

There were moments when he looked on evil simply as a mode through which he could realize his conception of the beautiful.

Conscience makes egotists of us all.

A glass of absinthe is as poetical as anything in the world. What difference is there between a glass of absinthe and a sunset?

It is a curious fact that people are never so trivial as when they take themselves seriously