I have invented an invaluable permanent invalid called Bunbury, in order that I may be able to go down into the country whenever I choose. - Oscar Wilde

Criticism will annihilate race-prejudices by insisting upon the unity of the human mind in the variety of its forms.

The past could always be annihilated. Regret, denial, or forgetfulness could do that. But the future was inevitable.

I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die. I am jealous of the portrait you have painted of me. Why should it keep what I must lose? Every moment that passes takes something from me and gives something to it. Oh, if it were only the other way! If the picture could change, and I could be always what I am now! Why did you paint it? It will mock me some day — mock me horribly!