It is through art, and through art only, that we can realise our perfection.

Reported as Oscar Wilde's last words on his death bed... This wallpaper is killing me. One of us has to go.

Life is not governed by will or intention. Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams.

And once, or twice, to throw the dice is a gentlemanly game, But he does not win who plays with Sin in the secret house of shame

The man who sees both sides of a question is a man who sees absolutely nothing at all.

The weather still continues charming.

To begin with, I dined there on Monday, and once a week is quite enough to dine with one's own relations.