Truth, in matters of religion, is simply the opinion that has survived.

I am quite incapable of understanding how any work of art can be criticized from a moral standpoint. The sphere of art and the sphere of ethics are absolutely distinct and separate.

I treated Art as the supreme reality and life as a mere mode of fiction.

...The two great turning-points of my life were when my father sent to Oxford, and when society sent me to prison.

For he who lives more lives than one more deaths than one must die.

It is Nature who makes our artists for us, though it may be Art who taught them their right mode of expression.

In spite of the roaring of the young lions at the Union, and the screaming of the rabbits in the home of the vivisect, in spite of Keble College, and the tramways, and the sporting prints, Oxford still remains the most beautiful thing in England, and nowhere else are life and art so exquisitely blended, so perfectly made one.