The value of an idea has nothing whatever to do with the sincerity of the man who expresses it.

I can stand brute force, but brute reason is quite unbearable. There is something unfair about its use. It is hitting below the intellect.

Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses.

The longer I live, Dorian, the more keenly I feel that whatever was good enough for our fathers is not good enough for us. In art, as in politics, les grand-pères ont toujours tort.

What do you call a bad man? The sort of man who admires innocence.

Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them!

The one duty we owe to history is to rewrite it.