The Picture of Dorian Gray

I have always been my own master; had at least always been so, till I met Dorian Gray.

Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them.

Well, the way of paradoxes is the way of truth.

Duke's--we tell each other the most absurd stories with the most serious faces.

He was trying to gather up the scarlet threads of life and to weave them into a pattern; to find his way through the sanguine labyrinth of passion through which he was wandering.

art one might call it, and the worst of having a romance of any kind is that it leaves one so unromantic."

"What o'clock is it, Victor?" asked Dorian Gray drowsily. "One hour and a quarter, Monsieur."

Youth! Youth! There is absolutely nothing in the world but youth!"

A rose shook in her blood and shadowed her cheeks. Quick breath parted the petals of her lips. They trembled. Some southern wind of passion swept over her and stirred the dainty folds of her dress. "I love him," she said simply.