Science is out of the reach of morals, for her eyes are fixed upon eternal truths. Art is out of the reach of morals, for her eyes are fixed upon things beautiful and immortal and ever-changing.

So much had been surrendered! And to such little purpose! There had been mad wilful rejections, monstrous forms of self-torture and self-denial, whose origin was fear and whose result was a degradation infinitely more terrible than that fancied degradation from which, in their ignorance, they had sought to escape.

It was a fatal day when the public discovered that the pen is mightier than the paving-stone and can be made as offensive as a brickbat.

What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.

Marriage is hardly a thing one can do now and then, except in America.

I never saw anybody take so long to dress, and with such little result.

...The two great turning-points of my life were when my father sent to Oxford, and when society sent me to prison.