It is very vulgar to talk about one's business.
But Venice, like Oxford, had kept the background for romance, and, to the true romantic, background was everything, or almost everything.
I like Wagner's music better than anybody's. It is so loud that one can talk the whole time without other people hearing what one says.
Man is many things, but he is not rational.
The rich would have spoken on the value of thrift and the idle grown eloquent over the dignity of labour.
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.
To be born, or at any rate bred, in a hand-bag, whether it had handles or not, seems to me to display a contempt for the ordinary decencies of family life that reminds one of the worst excesses of the French Revolution.
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.
I could deny it if I liked. I could deny anything if I liked.
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.
I've now realised for the first time in my life the vital Importance of Being Earnest.
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.
Well, I can't eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get on my cuffs.
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
William Shakespeare - Tennessee Williams - Oscar Wilde - George Bernard Shaw - Philippe Quinault - Lady Gregory - Henry Taylor - George S. Kaufman - Anton Chekhov - Alexandre Dumas