And alien tears will fill for him pity’s long broken urn. For his mourners will all be outcast men, and outcasts always mourn.
For he who lives more lives than one more deaths than one must die.
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.
She is a peacock in everything but beauty!
A simile committing suicide is always a depressing spectacle.
Men know life too early. Women know life too late. That is the difference between men and women.
Faithfulness is to the emotional life what consistency is to the life of the intellect – simply a confession of failures.
Just because a man has died for it, does not make it true.
I analyzed you, though you did not adore me.
All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling. To be natural is to be obvious, and to be obvious is to be inartistic.
To shut one’s eyes to half of life that one may live securely is as though one blinded oneself that one might walk with more safety in a land of pit and precipice.
Oh, I don’t care about Jack. I don’t care for anybody in the whole world but you. I love you, Cecily. You will marry me, won’t you? You silly boy! Of course. Why, we have been engaged for the last three months. For the last three months?
His sudden mad love for Sibyl Vane was a psychological phenomenon of no small interest. There was no doubt that curiosity had much to do with it, curiosity and the desire for new experiences; yet it was not a simple but rather a very complex passion.
When he takes the knife to the canvass the servants find him lying dead with a knife through is heart and “withered, wrinkled, and loathsome of visage.” and the portrait “in all the wonders of his exquisite youth and beauty.” p 349.
Grass is hard and lumpy and damp, and full of dreadful black insects.
It’s the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.
Nothing makes one so vain as being told that one is a sinner.
It is not wise to find symbols in everything that one sees. It makes life too full of terrors.
If this is the way Queen Victoria treats her prisoners, she doesn’t deserve to have any.
The only thing that one really knows about human nature is that it changes. Change is the one quality we can predicate of it.