Oscar Wilde

A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.

A poet can survive everything but a misprint.

Be warned in time, James, and remain, as I do, incomprehensible: to be great is to be misunderstood.

Most modern calendars mar the sweet simplicity of our lives by reminding us that each day that passes is the anniversary of some perfectly uninteresting event.

And down the long and silent street, The dawn, with silver-sandalled feet, Crept like a frightened girl.

Lo! with a little rod I did but touch the honey of romance — And must I lose a soul's inheritance?

Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative.

Tread Lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow.

If it took Labouchere three columns to prove that I was forgotten, then there is no difference between fame and obscurity.

The honest ratepayer and his healthy family have no doubt often mocked at the dome-like forehead of the philosopher, and laughed over the strange perspective of the landscape that lies beneath him. If they really knew who he was, they would tremble. For Chuang Tsǔ spent his life in preaching the great creed of Inaction, and in pointing out the uselessness of all things.