Oscar Wilde

Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative.

Our ambition should be to rule ourselves, the true kingdom for each one of us; and true progress is to know more, and be more, and to do more.

Ambition is the germ from which all growth of nobleness proceeds.

The typewriting machine, when played with expression, is no more annoying than the piano when played by a sister or near relation.

Let us have no machine-made ornament at all; it is all bad and worthless and ugly.