Only Dull People Are Brilliant at Breakfast (Penguin Little Black Classics, #119)

by Oscar Wilde

Language is the noblest instrument we have, either for the revealing or the concealing of thought; talk itself is a sort of spiritualized action; and conversation is one of the loveliest of the arts.

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.

Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.