Plain women are always jealous of their husbands. Beautiful women never are. They are always so occupied with being jealous of other women's husbands.

If I am occasionally a little over-dressed, I make up for it by being always immensely over-educated.

I played with an idea, and grew willful; tossed it into the air; transformed it; let it escape and recaptured it; made it iridescent with fancy, and winged it with paradox.

To expect the unexpected shows a thoroughly modern intellect.

Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.

I've now realised for the first time in my life the vital Importance of Being Earnest.

I am not in favour of this modern mania for turning bad people into good people at a moment's notice.