Woman: What terrible weather we’re having.
Oscar Wilde: Yes, but if it wasn’t for the snow, how could we believe in the immortality of the soul?
Woman: What an interesting question, Mr. Wilde! But tell me exactly what you mean.
Oscar Wilde: I haven’t the slightest idea.
(Quoted in Hesketh Pearson, Oscar Wilde, His Life and Wit, 1946)