When he takes the knife to the canvass the servants find him lying dead with a knife through is heart and "withered, wrinkled, and loathsome of visage." and the portrait "in all the wonders of his exquisite youth and beauty." p 349

The British cook, for her iniquities, is a foolish woman who should be turned into a pillar of salt which she never knows how to use.

It is not the prisoners who need reformation, it is the prisons.

Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative.

Oscar Wilde was suing the Marquis of Queensbury in 1895 for libel accusing Wilde of homosexuality Counsel: Have you ever adored a young man madly? Wilde: I have never given adoration to anyone except myself.

All women are rebels.

I love to talk about nothing. It's the only thing I know anything about.