By Oscar Wilde
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.
Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.
Sweets to the sweet.
Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.
Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting.
You speak an infinite deal of nothing.
I buy expensive suits. They just look cheap on me.
I always knew I was going to be rich. I don’t think I ever doubted it for a minute.