All trials are trials for one's life, just as all sentences are sentences of death.

He is really not so ugly after all, provided, of course, that one shuts one's eyes, and does not look at him.

Modern pictures are, no doubt, delightful to look at. At least, some of them are. But they are quite impossible to live with; they are too clever, too assertive, too intellectual. Their meaning is too obvious, and their method too clearly defined. One

If only the picture could grow old, and I stay young. For that...for that, I would give my SOUL for that.

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.

Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.

And now, I am dying beyond my means. (Said while sipping champagne on his deathbed.)