Oscar Wilde

How marriage ruins a man! It is as demoralizing as cigarettes, and far more expensive.

There is nothing in the world like the devotion of a married woman. It is a thing no married man knows anything about.

Hatred is blind, as well as love.

I see when men love women. They give them but a little of their lives. But women when they love give everything.

Men always want to be a woman's first love - women like to be a man's last romance.

To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.

In married life three is company and two none.

One's real life is so often the life that one does not lead.

The one charm about marriage is that it makes a life of deception absolutely necessary for both parties.

The world has grown suspicious of anything that looks like a happily married life.

There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.

There is only one thing in life worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.

When I was young I thought that money was the most important thing in life now that I am old I know that it is.

Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about.

To expect the unexpected shows a thoroughly modern intellect.

The imagination imitates. It is the critical spirit that creates.

It is only by not paying one's bills that one can hope to live in the memory of the commercial classes.

This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.

Now that the House of Commons is trying to become useful, it does a great deal of harm.

When good Americans die they go to Paris.

Arguments are extremely vulgar, for everyone in good society holds exactly the same opinion.

If one plays good music, people don't listen and if one plays bad music people don't talk.

If you pretend to be good, the world takes you very seriously. If you pretend to be bad, it doesn't. Such is the astounding stupidity of optimism.

I always pass on good advice. It is the only thing to do with it. It is never of any use to oneself.

Life is never fair, and perhaps it is a good thing for most of us that it is not.

I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their intellects. A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies.

I think that God, in creating man, somewhat overestimated his ability.

Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future.

He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends.

An excellent man he has no enemies and none of his friends like him.