ドリアン・グレイの肖像

Human life,—that appeared to him the one thing worth investigating.

so he had begun by vivisecting himself, as he had ended by vivisecting others

The only artists I have ever known who are personally delightful are bad artists. Good artists give everything to their art, and consequently are perfectly uninteresting in themselves.

it is personalities, not principles, that move the age

His nature had developed like a flower, had borne blossoms of scarlet flame. Out of its secret hiding-place had crept his Soul, and Desire had come to meet it on the way.

Why didn’t you tell me that the only thing worth loving is an actress?’
‘Because I have loved so many of them, Dorian.’

Ordinary women never appeal to one’s imagination. They are limited to their century. No glamour ever transfigures them. One knows their minds as easily as one knows their bonnets. One can always find them. There is no mystery in one of them. They ride in the Park in the morning, and chatter at tea-parties in the afternoon. They have their stereotyped smile, and their fashionable manner. They are quite obvious. But an actress! How different an actress is!

I must admit I was rather annoyed at the idea of seeing Shakespeare done in such a wretched hole of a place.

The lon- ger I live, Dorian, the more keenly I feel that whatever was good enough for our fathers is not good enough for us.

It was a tawdry affair, all Cupids and cornucopias, like a third-rate wedding-cake.