When our eyes met, I felt that I was growing pale. A curious sensation of terror came over me. I knew that I had come face to face with some one whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself.

Just because a man has died for it, does not make it true.

In a very ugly and sensible age, the arts borrow, not from life, but from each other.

The fact is, that civilization requires slaves. Human slavery is wrong, insecure, and demoralizing. On mechanical slavery, on the slavery of the machine, the future of the world depends.

Lord Illingworth told me this morning that there was an orchid there as beautiful as the seven deadly sins.

When I like people immensely I never tell their names to anyone. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy.

Good intentions are invariably ungrammatical.