Give a man a mask and he'll tell you the truth.

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If this is the way Queen Victoria treats her prisoners, she doesn't deserve to have any.

I cannot choose one hundred best books because I have only written five.

Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flamelike as theirs.

History is merely gossip.

I adore simple pleasures, said Lord Henry. They are the last refuge of the complex. But I don't like scenes, except on the stage.

There is something in that name that seems to inspire absolute confidence. I pity any poor woman whose husband is not called Ernest.

The post on her left was occupied by Mr. Erskine of Treadley, an old gentleman of considerable charm and culture, who had fallen, however, into bad habits of silence, having, as he explained once to Lady Agatha, said everything that he had to say before he was thirty.

She had marred him for a moment, if he had wounded her for an age.

No, as far as I am concerned, let your wife cherish the memory of this dead, stainless mother. Why should I interfere with her illusions?

If after I am free a friend of mine gave a feast, and did not invite me to it, I should not mind a bit. I can be perfectly happy by myself. With freedom, flowers, books, and the moon, who could not be perfectly happy?

One should never give a woman anything that she can't wear in the evening.

Love! What is love? It's nothing. It's just a word. It doesn't exist. Only pleasure is important.

When one is in town one amuses oneself. When one is in the country one amuses other people. It is excessively boring.

It would be more impressive if it flowed the other way.