If, with the literate, I am Impelled to try an epigram, I never seek to take the credit; We all assume Oscar said it.

More from Oscar Wilde

• By the time you swear you’re his, Shivering and sighing, And he vows his passion is Infinite, undying – Lady, make a note of this: One of you is lying.
• By the time you swear you're his, Shivering and sighing, And he vows his passion is Infinite, undying - Lady, make a note of this: One of you is lying. Unfortunate Coincidence
• Every year, back comes Spring,
• Hollywood money isn't money. It's congealed snow, melts in your hand, and there you are.
• If, with the literate, I am
• I never thought I'd get here.