A man can't be too careful in the choice of his enemies.

Consistency is the last refuge of the unimagininative.

The one charm about the past is that it is the past. But women never know when the curtain has fallen.

The weather still continues charming.

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.

Imitation is the homage mediocrity pays to greatness.

Good intentions are invariably ungrammatical.