I'm sure I don't know half the people who come to my house. Indeed, from all I hear, I shouldn't like to.

Miss Prism: And you do not seem to realize, dear Doctor, that by persistently remaining single, a man converts himself into a permanent public temptation. Men should be more careful; this very celibacy leads weaker vessels astray. Chasuble: But is a man not equally attractive when married? Miss Prism: No married man is ever attractive except to his wife. Chasuble: And often, I've been told, not even to her.

Scandal is gossip made tedious by morality.

Is insincerity such a terrible thing? I think not. It is merely a method by which we can multiply our personalities.

Yes; poor Bunbury is a dreadful invalid. Well, I must say, Algernon, that I think it is high time that Mr. Bunbury made up his mind whether he was going to live or to die. This shillyshallying with the question is absurd.

I never read a book I must review; it prejudices you so.

The way of paradoxes is the way of truth. To test Reality we must see it on the tight-rope.