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.

It is not wise to find symbols in everything that one sees. It makes life too full of terrors.

Don't run down dyed hair and painted faces. There is an extraordinary charm in them, sometimes.

It's the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.

To believe is very dull. To doubt is intensely engrossing. To be on the alert is to live, to be lulled into security is to die.

What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise for which we are later, in the fullness of time and understanding, very grateful for!

You like every one; that is to say, you are indifferent to every one.