Oscar Wilde, 1899
Dover Publications Inc. New York, 1990
Jack. [...] That, my dear Algy, is the whole truth pure and simple.
Algernon. The truth is rarely pure and never simple.
Jack. Well, yes, I must admit I smoke.
Lady Bracknell. I am glad to hear it. A man should always have an occupation of some kind.
Lady Bracknell. Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit; touch it and the bloom is gone.
Lady Bracknell. To lose one parent, Mr Worthing, may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness.
Jack. [...] You always want to argue about things.
Algernon. That's exactly what things were originally made for.
Algernon. The only way to behave to a woman is to make love to her, if she is pretty, and to some one else if she is plain.
Lane presents several letters on a salver to Algernon. It is to be surmised that they are bills, as Algernon, after looking at the envelopes, tears them up.
Gwendolen. This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.
Jack. Gwendolen, it is a terrible thing for a man to find out suddenly that all his life he has been speaking nothing but the truth. Can you forgive me?