Beauty plus pity -- that is the closest we can get to a definition of art.

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

Once upon a time there lived in Berlin, Germany, a man called Albinus. He was rich, respectable, happy; one day he abandoned his wife for the sake of a youthful mistress; he loved; was not loved; and his life ended in disaster. This is the whole of the story and we might have left it at that had there not been profit and pleasure in the telling; and although there is plenty of space on a gravestone to contain, bound in moss, the abridged version of a man's life, detail is always welcome.

I have no desires, save the desire to express myself in defiance of all the world’s muteness.

Poor Knight! he really had two periods, the firsta dull man writing broken English, the seconda broken man writing dull English.

Adultery is a most conventional way to rise above the conventional.

We are most artistically caged.