All trials are trials for one's life, just as all sentences are sentences of death.

Now, nothing should be able to harm a man except himself. Nothing should be able to rob a man at all. What a man really has, is what is in him. What is outside of him should be a matter of no importance.

Reported as Oscar Wilde's last words on his death bed... This wallpaper is killing me. One of us has to go.

Art is rarely intelligible to the criminal classes.

Men know life too early. Women know life too late. That is the difference between men and women.

Look at the moon. How strange the moon seems! She is like a woman rising from a tomb. She is like a dead woman. One might fancy she was looking for dead things.

Oh, don't cough, Ernest. When one is dictating one should speak fluently and not cough. Besides, I don't know how to spell a cough.