There are three kinds of despots. There is the despot who tyrannises over the body. There is the despot who tyrannises over the soul. There is the despot who tyrannises over the soul and body alike. The first is called the Prince. The second is called the Pope. The third is called the People.
All trials are trials of one's life, just as all sentences are sentences of death.
In married life three is company and two none.
In modern life nothing produces such an effect as a good platitude. It makes the whole world kin.
The one charm about marriage is that it makes a life of deception absolutely necessary for both parties.
There is only one thing in life worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.
There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathise with the colour, the beauty, the joy of life. The less said about life's sores the better.
Why, what a wonderful piece of luck! Here is a red rose! I have never seen any rose like it in all my life. It is so beautiful that I am sure it has a long Latin name.
What a pity that in life we only get our lessons when they are of no use to us.
The growing influence of women is the one reassuring thing in our political life.
Lord Illingworth: The Book of Life begins with a man and a woman in a garden. Mrs. Allonby: It ends with Revelations.
I am always astonishing myself. It is the only thing that makes life worth living.
Jack: That, my dear Algy, is the whole truth pure and simple. Algernon: The truth is rarely pure and never simple. Modern life would be very tedious if it were either, and modern literature a complete impossibility!
In married life, three is company, and two is none.
I've now realized for the first time in my life the vital Importance of Being Earnest.
It is sweet to dance to violins When Love and Life are fair: To dance to flutes, to dance to lutes Is delicate and rare: But it is not sweet with nimble feet To dance upon the air!
No gentleman ever has any money.
Truth, in the matters of religion, is simply the opinion that has survived.
The English are always degrading truths into facts. When a truth becomes a fact it loses all its intellectual value.
My dear fellow, the truth isn't quite the sort of thing one tells to a nice, sweet, refined girl.
I have said to you to speak the truth is a painful thing. To be forced to tell lies is much worse.
Be happy, be happy; you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with my own heart's-blood. All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover, for Love is wiser than Philosophy, though she is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty.
It is only an auctioneer who can equally and impartially admire all schools of art.
What we have to do, what at any rate it is our duty to do, is to revive the old art of Lying.
All art is immoral.