Enthusiats are used to being mocked, maligned and misunderstood. We don't really mind.

I never quite dare to believe I'm brave enough to be an artist, but I'm on the side of artists. I think of myself as a bit of a Salieri, looking with longing eyes at Mozart.

All the big words -virtue, justice, truth, ...- are dwarfed by the greatness of kindness

Hell, I am young. I am free. My teeth are clean. The sun shines. To hell with everything else

If ignorance is bliss, why aren't there more happy people in the world?

Many people would no more think of entering journalism than the sewage business - which at least does us all some good.

It was extremely important to show that Wilde's sexuality was not just some intellectual idea. It was real, and it was about the human body. To just have mentioned it and not shown it would have been, I think, peculiar and wrong.