The nineteenth century dislike of realism is the rage of Caliban seeing his own face in a glass. The nineteenth century dislike of romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in a glass.
What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.
There's nothing in the world like the devotion of a married woman. It's a thing no married man knows anything about.
A dream of form in days of thought'--who is it who says that? I forget; but it is what Dorian Gray has been to me.
He grew more and more enamoured of his own beauty, more and more interested in the corruption of his own soul.
My sermon on the meaning of the manna in the wilderness can be adapted to almost any occasion, joyful, or, as in the present case, distressing. [All sigh.] I have preached it at harvest celebrations, christenings, confirmations, on days of humiliation and festal days.