He wanted to be where no one would know who he was. He wanted to escape from himself.

A simile committing suicide is always a depressing spectacle.

It is through art$$$ and through art only$$$ that we can realise our perfection.

Oscar Wilde was suing the Marquis of Queensbury in 1895 for libel accusing Wilde of homosexuality.<br>Counsel: Have you ever adored a young man madly?<br>Wilde: I have never given adoration to anyone except myself.

Indeed$$$ no woman should ever be quite accurate about her age. It looks so calculating.

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.

I am sick of women who love one. Women who hate one are much more interesting.

When I like people immensely I never tell their names to anyone. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy.

Never speak disrespectfully of Society$$$ Algernon. Only people who can't get into it do that.

As long as a woman can look ten years younger than her daughter$$$ she is perfectly satisfied.