The Picture of Dorian Gray

amongst his audience there was one whose temperament he wished to fascinate seemed to give his wit keenness and to lend colour to his imagination.

Her flowerlike lips touched the withered cheek and warmed its frost.

Against the shell of her ear broke the waves of worldly cunning.

frangipanni.

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

Can they feel, I wonder, those white silent people we call the dead?

A grande passion is the privilege of people who have nothing to do.

an age so limited and vulgar as our own, an age grossly carnal in its pleasures, and grossly common in its aims....

through the chambers of the brain sweep phantoms more terrible than reality itself,