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“But just as my philosophy had ceased to interest me as soon as it was formulated into a set of principles so, when I saw myself being imitated, I realised at once what an incubus my aesthetic perso...”
“Travel improves the mind wonderfully, and does away with all ones prejudices.”
“There are three kinds of despots. There is the despot who tyrannizes over the body. There is the despot who tyrannizes over the soul. There is the despot who tyrannizes over the soul and body alike...”
“Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live. It is asking other people to live as one wishes to live.”
“What people call insincerity is simply a method by which we can multiply our personalities.”
“She lives in the poetry she cannot write.”
“Anybody can have common sense, povided that they have no imagination”
“But do let us go. Dorian, you must not stay here any longer. It is not good for one's morals to see bad acting.”
“Dorian, Dorian," she cried, "before I knew you, acting was the one reality of my life. It was only in the theatre that I lived. I thought that it was all true. I was Rosalind one night and Portia t...”
“He repeated her name over and over again. The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her.”
“It is the stupid and the ugly who have the best of it in this world”
“Within this restless, hurried, modern worldWe took our hearts' full pleasure - You and I,And now the white sails of our ship are furled,And spent the lading of our argosy.Wherefore my cheeks before...”
“Du Bois sighed theatrically. Its as if Oscar Wilde never died for our sins.”
“I asked the question for the best reason possible, for the only reason, indeed, that excuses anyone for asking any question - simple curiosity.”
“She lives the poetry she cannot write.”
“There were poisons so subtle that to know their properties one had to sicken of them. There were maladies so strange that one had to pass through them if one sought to understand their nature.”
“I can write no stately proemAs a prelude to my lay;From a poet to a poemI would dare to say.For if of these fallen petalsOne to you seem fair,Love will waft it till it settlesOn your hair.And when ...”
“I can now recreate life in a way that was hidden from me, before.'A dream of form in days of thought:”
“You told me you had destroyed it.""I was wrong. It has destroyed me.”
“Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast,”