George Moore wrote brilliant English until he discovered grammar.
The world belongs to the discontented.
Progress in thought is the assertion of individualism against authority.
Never trust a woman who wears mauve, whatever her age may be, or a woman over thirty-five who is fond of pink ribbons.
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.
Ah, on what little things does happiness depend.