[first lines] Vince Ferro: [leaving the house] Mom? Leanne Ferro: I'm here. Clara Ferro: [running out of the house] Mom! You forgot it. Are you sure this is the right thing? It feels like we barely even thought about it. Leanne Ferro: Yeah, we did. Vince Ferro: We don't have any other option, Clar
Death and vulgarity are the only two facts in the nineteenth century that one cannot explain away.
In spite of the roaring of the young lions at the Union, and the screaming of the rabbits in the home of the vivisect, in spite of Keble College, and the tramways, and the sporting prints, Oxford still remains the most beautiful thing in England, and nowhere else are life and art so exquisitely blen
Far away beyond the pine-woods,' he answered, in a low dreamy voice, 'there is a little garden. There the grass grows long and deep, there are the great white stars of the hemlock flower, there the nightingale sings all night long. All night long he sings, and the cold, crystal moon looks down, and
I've now realised for the first time in my life the vital Importance of Being Earnest.
Behind the perfection of a man's style, must lie the passion of a man's soul.
Nowadays to be intelligible is to be found out.
Credit is a young man's capital.
Good heavens, I suppose a man may eat his own muffins in his own garden." "But you have just said it was perfectly heartless to eat muffins!" "I said it was perfectly heartless of YOU under the circumstances. That is a very different thing." "That may be, but the muffins are the same!
The best one can say of modern creative art is that it is just a little less vulgar than reality.
Oh! it is absurd to have a hard-and-fast rule about what one should read and what one shouldn't. More than half of modern culture depends on what one shouldn't read.
You have killed my love. You used to stir my imagination. Now you don't even stir my curiosity. You simply produce no effect. I loved you because you were marvelous, because you had genius and intellect, because you realized the dreams of great poets and gave shape and substance to the shadows of ar
If one could only teach the English how to talk, and the Irish how to listen, society here would be quite civilized.
We women, as some one says, love with our ears, just as you men love with your eyes...
I put my talent in my work, I save my Genius for my life.
Wordsworth went to the Lakes, but he was never a lake poet. He found in stones the sermons he had already hidden there.
I will not bare my soul to their shallow prying eyes. My heart shall never be put under their microscope.
Don't tell me that you have exhausted Life. When a man says that, one knows that life has exhausted him.
The liar at any rate recognizes that recreation, not instruction, is the aim of conversation, and is a far more civilized being than the blockhead who loudly expresses his disbelief in a story which is told simply for the amusement of the company.
Those whom the gods love grow young.
Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about.