The sky was pure opal now.

There is no necessity to separate the monarch from the mob; all authority is equally bad.

No object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly.

It is not good for one's morals to see bad acting

Truth in art is the unity of a thing with itself: the outward rendered expressive of the inward: the soul made incarnate: the body instinct with spirit. For this reason there is no truth comparable to sorrow.

Young people, nowadays, imagine that money is everything. Yes, murmured Lord Henry, settling his button-hole in his coat; and when they grow older they know it.

It is sweet to dance to violins When love and life are fair: To dance to flutes, to dance to lutes Is delicate and rare: But it is not sweet with nimble feet To dance upon the air!