the costume of the nineteenth century is detestable. It is so sombre, so depressing. Sin is the only real colour-element left in modern life.

Each time that one loves is the only time one has ever loved.

Those who try to lead the people can only do so by following the mob.

Progress in thought is the assertion of individualism against authority.

Reported as Oscar Wilde's last words on his death bed... This wallpaper is killing me. One of us has to go.

One can survive everything, nowadays, except death, and live down everything except a good reputation.

I was wrong. God's law is only Love.