The General was essentially a man of peace, except in his domestic life.

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.

Ah, on what little things does happiness depend.

This ghastly state of things is what you call Bunburying, I suppose? Algernon. Yes, and a perfectly wonderful Bunbury it is. The most wonderful Bunbury I have ever had in my life. Jack. Well, you've no right whatsoever to Bunbury here. Algernon. That is absurd. One has a right to Bunbury anywhere one chooses. Every serious Bunburyist knows that.

All authority is quite degrading. It degrades those who exercise it, and it degrades those over whom it is exercised.

Men are such cowards. They outrage every law in the world and are afraid of the world's tongue.

When critics disagree the artist is in accord with himself.