Life is not governed by will or intention. Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams.

A publisher is simply a useful middle-man.

Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.

Anybody can have common sense, provided that they have no imagination.

Yes; poor Bunbury is a dreadful invalid. Well, I must say, Algernon, that I think it is high time that Mr. Bunbury made up his mind whether he was going to live or to die. This shillyshallying with the question is absurd.

I do not approve of anything which tampers with natural ignorance

One should either be a work of art, or wear a work of art.