His sudden mad love for Sibyl Vane was a psychological phenomenon of no small interest. There was no doubt that curiosity had much to do with it, curiosity and the desire for new experiences; yet it was not a simple but rather a very complex passion.

I adore simple pleasures. They are the last refuge of the complex.

A true artist takes no notice whatever of the public. The public to him are non-existent.

To get back my youth I would do anything in the world, except take exercise, get up early, or be respectable.

I want to be good. I can't bear the idea of my soul being hideous.

There is something tragic about the enormous number of young men there are in England at the present moment who start life with perfect profiles, and end by adopting some useful profession.

Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.