Портрет Дориана Грея / The Picture of Dorian Gray

I wish I could believe that he has died some romantic death, but I can’t. He probably fell into the Seine 92  off a bus. I can see him now lying on his back in the dirty green water. During the last ten years he had not been painting well

“I have never searched for happiness. Who wants happiness? I have searched for pleasure.”

He could smell opium and he smiled with pleasure

He hated London. He hated life. He wanted to forget everything. He wanted opium

“Basil, whenever a man does a completely stupid thing, it is always for a good reason.”

“Always! That is a terrible word. Women are so fond of using it.”

“My dear boy, no woman is a genius. Women never have anything to say, but they say it charmingly.

“What nonsense people talk about happy marriages!” exclaimed Lord Henry. “A man can be happy with any woman, as long as he does not love her.”

England is bad enough, I know, and English society is all wrong

“Come to the club with Basil and myself. We will smoke cigarettes and drink to the beauty of Sibyl Vane. She is beautiful. What more do you want? Who cares if your wife can’t act. 48  She’s beautiful. That’s enough