When one is in town one amuses oneself. When one is in the country one amuses other people. It is excessively boring.

The essence of thought, as the essence of life, is growth.

There is no sin except stupidity.

There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves we feel no one else has a right to blame us.

There were times when it appeared to Dorian Gray that the whole of history was merely the record of his own life, not as he had lived it in act and circumstand, but as his imagination had created it for him, as it had been in his brain and in his passions. He felt that he had known them all, those strange terrible figures that had passed across the stage of the world and made sin so marvellous, and evil so full of subtlety. It seemed to him that in some mysterious way their lives had been his own.

To be popular one must be a mediocrity.

Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live.