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

I envy you going to Oxford: it is the most flower-like time of one's life. One sees the shadow of things in silver mirrors. Later on, one sees the Gorgon's head, and one suffers, because it does not turn one to stone.

Women are never disarmed by compliments. Men always are. That is the difference between the sexes.

Conscience and cowardice are really the same things, Basil. Conscience is the trade-name of the firm. That is all.

we always misunderstood ourselves, and rarely understood others

Even now I cannot help feeling that it is a mistake to think that the passion one feels in creation is ever really shown in the work one creates.

They have been eating muffins. That looks like repentance