Life is terrible. It rules us, we do not rule it.
People are either hunting for husbands, or hiding from them.
Charity creates a multitude of sins.
Basil Hallward is what I think I am: Lord Henry what the world thinks me: Dorian what I would like to be—in other ages, perhaps.
Art only begins where Imitation ends.
The renaissance knew of strange manners of poisoning - poisoning by a helmet and by a lighted torch, by an embroidered glove and a jeweled fan, by a gilded pomander and by an amber chain. Dorian Gray had been poisoned by a book.