Your rank and wealth, Harry; my brains, such as they are - my art, whatever it may be worth; Dorian Gray's good looks - we shall all suffer for what the gods have given us, suffer terribly.
Your rank and wealth, Harry; my brains, such as they are - my art, whatever it may be worth; Dorian Gray's good looks - we shall all suffer for what the gods have given us, suffer terribly.
All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.
Don't squander the gold of your days, listening to the tedious, trying to improve the hopeless failure, or giving away your life to the ignorant, the common, and the vulgar
I am happy in my prison of passion
I never quarrel with actions. My one quarrel is with words
It is simply expression, as Henry says, that gives reality to things.
Marriage is hardly a thing that one can do now and then, Harry. Except in America, rejoined Lord Henry, languidly.
The basis of optimism is sheer terror. We think that we are generous because we credit our neighbour with the possession of those virtues that are likely to be a benefit to us. We praise the banker that we may overdraw our account, and find good qualities in the highwayman in the hope that he may spare our pockets.
The soul is a terrible reality. It can be bought and sold and bartered away.
Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses.
Why should he watch the hideous corruption of his soul?
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