The play was a great success, but the audience was a disaster.

I never put off till tomorrow what I can possibly do – the day after.

They spoil every romance by trying to make it last for ever. It is a meaningless word, too. The only difference between a caprice and a lifelong passion is that the caprice lasts a little...

We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.

Conscience and cowardice are really the same things, Basil. Conscience is the trade-name of the firm. That is all.

It is awfully hard work doing nothing. However, I don’t mind hard work where there is no definite object of any kind. -Algernon

There is something very morbid about modern sympathy with pain.

The Number our envious Persons, confirmation our capability.

The one person who has more illusions than the dreamer is the man of action.

Lady Bracknell. Good afternoon, dear Algernon, I hope you are behaving very well.Algernon. I’m feeling very well, Aunt Augusta.Lady Bracknell. That’s not quite the same thing. In fact the two things rarely go together.

Even men of the noblest possible moral character are extremely susceptible to the influence of the physical charms of others. Modern, no less then Ancient History, supplies us with many most painful examples of what...

I am not a Pessimist. Indeed I am not sure that I quite know what Pessimism really means. All I do know is that life cannot be understood without much charity, it cannot be lived...

Alcohol, taken in sufficient quantities, may produce all the effects of drunkenness.

The gods are strange. It is not our vices only they make instruments to scourge us. They bring us to ruin through what in us is good, gentle, humane, loving.

Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.

In the common world of fact the wicked were not punished, nor the good rewarded. Success was given to the strong, failure thrust upon the weak. That was all.

Literature always anticipates life. It doesn’t copy it but moulds it to it’s purpose.

One should always play fairly when one has the winning cards.

If it was my business, I wouldn’t talk about it. It is very vulgar to talk about one’s business. Only people like stockbroker’s do that, and then merely at dinner parties.

Every man of ambition has to fight his century with its own weapons. What this century worships is wealth. The God of this century is wealth. To succeed one must have wealth. At all costs...

Art is the only serious thing in the world. And the artist is the only person who is never serious.

Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.

It is only shallow people who require years to get rid of an emotion. A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure.

Hesitation of any kind is a sign of mental decay in the young, of physical weakness in the old.

Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.

JACKYour duty as a gentleman calls you back. ALGERNONMy duty as a gentleman has never interfered with my pleasures in the smallest degree.

Society–civilized society, at least–is never very ready to believe anything to the detriment of those who are both rich and fascinating. It feels instinctively that manners are of more importance than morals, and, in its...

You silly Arthur! If you knew anything about…anything, which you don’t, you would know that I adore you. Everyone in London knows it except you. It is a public scandal the way I adore you....

The Noblest form of Affection

Salomé, Salomé, dance for me. I pray thee dance for me. I am sad to-night. Yes, I am passing sad to-night. When I came hither I slipped in blood, which is an evil omen; and...

I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die. I am jealous of the portrait you have painted of me. Why should it keep what I must lose? Every moment that passes takes something...

Beauty is one of the great facts of the world, like sunlight,or springtime, or the reflection in dark waters of that silver shell we call the moon. You have only a few years in which...

There were moments when he looked on evil simply as a mode through which he could realize his conception of the beautiful.

With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?

If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.

The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art’s aim.The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful...

VICOMTE DE NANJAC. And you are younger and more Cbeautiful than ever. How do you manage it?MRS. CHEVELEY. By making it a rule only to talk to per- Yfectly charming people like yourself.

But you don’t really mean to say that you couldn’t love me if my name wasn’t Ernest?GWENDOLEN: But your name is Ernest.JACK: Yes, I know it is. But supposing it was something else? Do you...

Of course to one so modern as I am, `Enfant de mon siècle,’ merely to look at the world will be always lovely. I tremble with pleasure when I think that on the very day...

LADY BRACKNELLThirty-five is a very attractive age. London society is full of women of the very highest birth who have, of their own free choice, remained thirty-five for years. Lady Dumbleton is an instance in...

The 19thc hatred of Realism is Caliban’s enraged reaction to seeing his own face in the mirror. The 19thc rejection of Romanticism is Caliban’s fury at not seeing his face reflected in the mirror.

LADY BRACKNELLI had some crumpets with Lady Harbury, who seems to me to be living entirely for pleasure now.ALGERNONI hear her hair has turned quite gold from grief.

I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their good intellects.

Lying, the telling of beautiful untrue things, is the proper aim of Art.

Man is complete in himself. When they go into the world, the world will disagree with them. That is inevitable. The world hates Individualism. But that is not to trouble them. They are to be...

It was always once springtime in my heart.

How pale the Princess is! Never have I seen her so pale. She is like the shadow of a white rose in a mirror of silver.

And when wind and winter hardenAll the loveless land,It will whisper of the garden,You will understand.

Love does not traffic in a marketplace, nor use a huckster’s scales. Its joy, like the joy of the intellect, is to feel itself alive. The aim of Love is to love: no more, and...

We have really everything in common with America nowadays, except, of course, language.