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.
What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.
What do you call a bad man? The sort of man who admires innocence.
I have the simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best.
You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you have never had the courage to commit.
To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.