An Ideal Husband

by Oscar Wilde

in England a man who can’t talk morality twice a week to a large, popular, immoral audience is quite over as a serious politician. There would be nothing left for him as a profession except Botany or the Church.

It is always worth while asking a question, though it is not always worth while answering one.

She ultimately was so broken-hearted that she went into a convent, or on to the operatic stage, I forget which. No; I think it was decorative art-needlework she took up. I know she had lost all sense of pleasure in life.

It is not the perfect, but the imperfect, who have need of love.

You see, Phipps, Fashion is what one wears oneself. What is unfashionable is what other people wear.

Oh, damn sympathy. There is a great deal too much of that sort of thing going on nowadays.

My dear father, when one pays a visit it is for the purpose of wasting other people’s time, not one’s own.