But he suddenly started up, and closing his eyes, placed his fingers upon the lids, as though he sought to imprison within his brain some curious dream from which he feared he might awake.

“Lady Bracknell: Is this Miss Prism a female of repellent aspect, remotely conne…”

“What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothi…”

“The things one feels absolutely certain about are never true. That is the fatal…”

“By the way, Dorian, he (Lord Henry) said, after a pause, what does it profit a …”