Literature always anticipates life. It doesn't copy it but moulds it to it's purpose.

Dear little Swallow$$$ said the Prince$$$ you tell me of marvelous things$$$ but more marvelous than anything is the suffering of men and of women. There is no Mystery so great as Misery.

As for believing things$$$ I can believe anything$$$ provided that it is quite incredible.

The only difference between a caprice and a lifelong passion is that the caprice lasts a little longer.

The tragedy of the poor is that they can afford nothing but self denial.

It was not intended as a compliment. It was a confession. Now that I have made it$$$ something seems to have gone out of me. Perhaps one should never put one's worship into words.

In the common world of fact the wicked were not punished$$$ nor the good rewarded. Success was given to the strong$$$ failure thrust upon the weak. That was all.

Well I won't argue about the matter. You always want to argue about things.<br>That is exactly what things were originally made for.

Young people$$$ nowadays$$$ imagine that money is everything.<br>"Yes$$$" murmured Lord Henry$$$ settling his button-hole in his coat; "and when they grow older they know it."

Nothing makes one so vain as being told that one is a sinner.