The one charm of marriage is that it makes a life of deception absolutely necessary for both parties.
and the worst of having a romance of any kind is that it leaves one so unromantic.
What a fuss people make about fidelity!
Young people, nowadays, imagine that money is everything.
Nowadays all the married men live like bachelors, and all the bachelors like married men.
The only horrible thing in the world is ennui.
The wind had blown the fog away, and the sky was like a monstrous peacock's tail, starred with myriads of golden eyes.
To be in love is to surpass one’s self.
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Art had no moral responsibility. Art, he argued, should strive only to be a beautiful object entirely separate from its creator.
What does money matter? Love is more than money.
The moment was lost in vulgar details.
The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all afraid for ourselves.
I left her in the forest of Arden; I shall find her in an orchard in Verona.
Out of the black cave of time, terrible and swathed in scarlet, rose the image of his sin.
He gives me good advice. People are very fond of giving away what they need most themselves.
He was afraid of certainty.
We are punished for our refusals. Every impulse that we strive to strangle broods in the mind and poisons us.
She laughed again. Her teeth showed like white seeds in a scarlet fruit.
You always want to know what one has been doing. I always want to forget what I have been doing.
To become the spectator of one's own life, as Harry says, is to escape the suffering of life.
I have grown sick of shadows. You are more to me than all art can ever be.
How little you can know of love if you say it mars your art!