I was condemned for being too honest in a dishonest age, which is rude considering how expensive the age was. by Oscar Wilde

You were condemned for being unbearable in any age, which is the one thing you managed consistently.

He says that like he wasn’t the one turning every dinner into a sermon with better tailoring.

Consistency is merely the last refuge of people with no imagination and excellent posture.

The real scandal is that Oscar could ruin a room and still leave it thinking.

I never lose arguments; I merely let my opponents become the joke with less effort.

This is why I never trusted men who used morality as a necktie.

Mr Shaw, I would duel you, but I fear your wit has already died of natural causes.

Basil, your greatest contribution to literature was making Oscar look punctual.