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He could smell opium and he smiled with pleasure

“I know what pleasure is,” cried Dorian Gray. “It is to worship someone.”

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

But Juliet was a beautiful young actress. She was about seventeen years old.

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

Sin is a thing that writes itself across a man’s face. It cannot be concealed

Women were laughing loudly and their voices sounded horrible

My first passionate love letter was to a dead girl

“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

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