And now, dear Mr. Worthing, I will not intrude any longer into a house of sorrow. I would merely beg you not to be too much bowed down by grief. What seem to us bitter trials are often blessings in disguise. This seems to me a blessing of an extremely obvious kind.

Woman begins by resisting a man's advances and ends by blocking his retreat.

Come, dear, [Gwendolen rises] we have already missed five, if not six, trains. To miss any more might expose us to comment on the platform.

Truth is independent of facts always.

What the hell is an oboe?

No art ever survived censorship; no art ever will.

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