“How fond women are of doing dangerous things!" laughed Lord Henry. "It is one of the qualities in them that I admire… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Lord Henry stretched himself out on the divan and laughed. "Yes, I knew you would; but it is quite true, all the… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
A method of procuring sensations? Do you think then, that a man who has once committed a murder could possibly do the… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Lord Henry went out to the garden and found Dorian Gray burying his face in the great cool lilac-blossoms, feverishly drinking in… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“My dear boy," said Lord Henry, smiling, "anybody can be good in the country. There are no temptations there. That is the… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Yet, after some time, he wearied of them, and would sit in his box at the opera, either alone or with Lord… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Because you have the most marvellous youth, and youth is the one thing worth having." "I don't feel that, Lord Henry." "No,… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Love is a more wonderful thing than art.' 'They are both simply forms of imitation,' remarked Lord Henry.” — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Lord Henry elevated his eyebrows and looked at him in amazement through the thin blue wreaths of smoke that curled up in… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Ah! Lord Henry, I wish you would tell me how to become young again." He thought for a moment. "Can you remember… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
What are American dry-goods? asked the duchess, raising her large hands in wonder and accentuating the verb. American novels, answered Lord Henry. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“At last, liveried in the costume of the age, reality entered the room in the shape of a servant to tell the… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“We are talking about poor Dartmoor, Lord Henry," cried the duchess, nodding pleasantly” — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“As he left the room, Lord Henry's heavy eyelids drooped, and he began to think. Certainly few people had ever interested him… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
