Character: Lord Illingworth

In our time, so nice to enjoy something non-permanent.

Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them, they will forgive us everything, even our gigantic intellects.

Men marry tired, women marry out of curiosity. Both are disappointed.

Women are a fascinatingly wilful sex. Every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself.

Today all can survive, but death, and everything can be moved, except a good reputation.

- And you know that I always succeed in everything, whatever I conceived.
Very sorry to hear that. We women adore failures. We are their support.
- You worship the winners. You cling to them.
We are the laurels to hide their baldness.
- And they need you always, except the moment of triumph.
In that moment, they are not interested.

- What do you think, what will she do if I kissed her?
- Will force you to marry her or slap. What would you do if she struck you across the face with her glove?
Probably fall in love with her.

I don't think there has been at least one woman who would not be flattered when caring for her. It is that which makes women so irresistibly adorable.

- You must be a thoroughly bad man!
- Who do you think is broken?
- The man who admires innocence.

- Is she such a mystery?
- More than a mystery she is a mood.
- Moods don't last.
- This is their main charm.

These American girls carry o all the good matches. Why can't they stay at home? They're always telling us that America is the Paradise for women.
- This is the case. That is why they are striving, like eve, as soon as possible to get out of there.

... women represent the triumph of matter over mind, just as men represent the triumph of mind over morals.

The youth of America is their oldest tradition. It has for three hundred years.

An amazing habit that is people have nowadays of asking one, after you have given them an idea, whether one is serious or not. Nothing is serious except passion.