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.

What is termed Sin is an essential element of progress. Without it the world would stagnate, or grow old, or become colourless.

Behind Joy and Laughter there may be a temperament, coarse, hard and callous. But behind Sorrow there is always Sorrow. Pain, unlike Pleasure, wears no mask.

The vilest deeds like poison weeds Bloom well in prison air; It is only what is good in man That wastes and withers there.

I never forget a face, but in your case I'll make an exception.

Questions are never indiscreet, answers sometimes are.

Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit; touch it and the bloom is gone.