The condition of perfection is idleness: the aim of perfection is youth.
The true perfection of man lies not in what man has, but in what man is.
Women are a decorative sex. They never have anything to say, but they say it charmingly
Alas, I am dying beyond my means.
You are more to me than any of them has any idea; you are the atmosphere of beauty through which I see life; you are the incarnation of all lovely things...I think of you day and night. ~ Letter to Lord Alfred 'Bosie' Douglas
What the hell is an oboe?