I may have said the same thing before...but my explanation, I am sure, will always be different.

I love to talk about nothing. It's the only thing I know anything about.

Ah, well, then I suppose I shall have to die beyond my means.

Actions are the first tragedy in life, words are the second. Words are perhaps the worst. Words are merciless. . .

Pray don't talk to me about the weather, Mr. Worthing. Whenever people talk to me about the weather, I always feel quite certain that they mean something else. And that makes me quite nervous.

When people talk to me about the weather, I always feel they mean something else.