I love scandals about other people, but scandals about myself don’t interest me. They have not got the charm of novelty.

It takes great deal of courage to see the world in all its tainted glory, and still to love it.

How long could you love a woman who didn't love you, Cecil? A woman who didn't love me? Oh, all my life!

The world was my oyster but I used the wrong fork.

And what sort of lives do these people, who pose as being moral, lead themselves? My dear fellow, you forget that we are in the native land of the hypocrite.

If a man treats life artistically, his brain is his heart.

He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realize