What odd chaps you painters are! You do anything in the world to gain a reputation. As soon as you have one, you seem to want to throw it away. It is silly of you, for there is only one thing in the world worse than begin talked about, and that is not being talked about. A portrait like this would set you far above all the young men in England, and make the old men jealous, if old men are ever capable of any emotion.
If I could get back my youth, I'd do anything in the world except get up early, take exercise or be respectable.
Poor? What does that matter? When poverty creeps in at the door, love flies in through the window.
There was so much in you that charmed me that I felt I must tell you something about yourself. I thought how tragic it would be if you were wasted.
You are a wonderful creation. You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know.
As for believing things, I can believe anything, provided that it is quite incredible.
I am too fond of reading books to care to write them.
It was an ill-omened place. Death walked there in the sunlight.
The common hill-flowers wither, but they blossom again. The laburnum will be as yellow next June as it is now. In a month there will be purple stars on the clematis, and year after year the green night of its leaves will hold its purple stars. But we never get back our youth.
To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's aim.
But youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.
I love acting. It is so much more real than life.
Many people become bankrupt through having invested too heavily in the prose of life. To have ruined one's self over poetry is an honor.
The secret of remaining young is never to have an emotion that is unbecoming.
When they entered they found, hanging upon the wall, a splendid portrait of their master as they had last seen him, in all the wonder of his exquisite youth and beauty. Lying on the floor was a dead man, in evening dress, with a knife in his heart. He was withered, wrinkled, and loathsome of visage. It was not till they had examined the rings that they recognised who it was.
He wanted to be where no one would know who he was. He wanted to escape from himself.
If one doesn't talk about a thing, it has never happened. It is simply expression that gives reality to things.
She is all the great heroines of the world in one.
There was something in his face that made one trust him at once. All the candour of youth was there, as well as youth's passionate purity. One felt that he had kept himself unspotted from the world.
You have killed my love. You used to stir my imagination. Now you don't even stir my curiosity. You simply produce no effect. I loved you because you were marvelous, because you had genius and intellect, because you realized the dreams of great poets and gave shape and substance to the shadows of art. You have thrown it all away. You are shallow and stupid
As he looked back upon man moving through History, he was haunted by a feeling of loss. So much had been surrendered! and to such little purpose!...Hedonism... was to teach man to concentrate himself upon the moments of a life that is but itself a moment.
I asked the question for the best reason possible, for the only reason, indeed, that excuses anyone for asking any question - simple curiosity.
It was not intended as a compliment. It was a confession. Now that I have made it, something seems to have gone out of me. Perhaps one should never put one's worship into words.
The moment one sits down to think, one becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid
Unconsciously he defines for me the lines of a fresh new school, a school that is to have in it all the passion of the romantic spirit, all the perfection of the spirit that is Greek. The harmony of soul and body - how much that is! We in our madness have separated the two, and have invented a realism that is vulgar, an ideality that is void. Harry! If only you knew what Dorian Gray is to me!
Come, I tell you. You have chattered enough about corruption. Now you shall look on it face to face!
I love scandals about other people, but scandals about myself do not interest me. The have not got the charm of novelty.
Marco Polo had seen the inhabitants of Zipangu place rose-colored pearls in the mouths of the dead. A sea-monster had been enamoured of the pearl that the diver brought to King Perozes, and had slain the thief, and mourned for seven moons over its loss.
The separation of spirit from matter was a mystery and the union of spirit with matter was a mystery also.
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