A hundred eyes were fixed on her, and half as many hearts lost to her.
It is a part of English hypocrisy or English reserve, that whilst we are fluent enough in grumbling about small inconveniences, we insist on making light of any great difficulties or grief's that may beset us.
I believe the twenty-four hour day has come to stay.
Good sense about trivialities is better than nonsense about things that matter.
Fate weaves the darkness, which is perhaps why she weaves so badly.
What a lurid life Oscar Wilde does lead - so full of extraordinary incidents. What a chance for the memoir writers of the next century