Now and then, however, he is horribly thoughtless, and seems to take a real delight in giving me pain. Then I feel, Harry, that I have given away my … - Oscar Wilde

Then I feel, Harry, that I have given away my whole soul to someone who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer's day.

Oh! it is absurd to have a hard-and-fast rule about what one should read and what one shouldn't. More than half of modern culture depends on what one shouldn't read.

Ideals are dangerous things. Realities are better. They wound, but they're better.

Oh, brothers! I don't care for brothers. My elder brother won't die, and my younger brothers seem never to do anything else.