He wants to enslave you.''I shudder at the thought of being free.
Good heavens! how marriage ruins a man! It's as demoralizing as cigarettes, and far more expensive.
God knows; I won't be an Oxford don anyhow. I'll be a poet, a writer, a dramatist. Somehow or other I'll be famous, and if not famous, I'll be notorious. Or perhaps I'll lead the life of pleasure for...
Every woman becomes their mother. That's their tragedy. And no man becomes his. That's his tragedy.
Every great man nowadays has his disciples, and it is usually Judas who writes the biography.
Even you are not rich enough, Sir Robert, to buy back your past. No man is
Cecily. This is no time for wearing the shallow mask of manners. When I see a spade I call it a spade.Gwendolen. [Satirically.] I am glad to say that I have never seen a spade. It is obvious that our...
All the spring may be hidden in the single bud, and the low ground nest of the lark may hold the joy that is to herald the feet of many rose-red dawns.
Ah, on what little things does happiness depend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want of a red rose is my life made wretched.
You seem to forget that I am married, and the one charm of marriage is that it makes a life of deception absolutely necessary for both parties.
You have filled my tea with lumps of sugar, and though I asked most distinctly for bread and butter, you have given me cake. I am known for the gentleness of my disposition, and the extraordinary swee...
When a woman marries again, it is because she detested her first husband. When a man marries again, it is because he adored his first wife. Women try their luck; men risk theirs.
Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. We can only record its moods, and chronicle their return. With us time itself does not progress. It revolves. It seems to circle roun...
Nature....she will hang the night stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send word the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me...
Lord Illingworth told me this morning that there was an orchid there as beautiful as the seven deadly sins.
It was you I thought of all the time, I gave to them the love you did not need: lavished on them a love that was not theirs.
It is not the perfect, but the imperfect, who have need of love. It is when we are wounded by our own hands that love should come to cure us.Else what use is love at all?
It has been said that the great events of the world take place in the brain. It is in the brain, and the brain only, that the great sins of the world take place also.
If they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat.
I've now realised for the first time in my life the vital Importance of Being Earnest.