he had been filled with terror lest other eyes should look upon it. It had brought melancholy across his passions. Its mere memory had marred many moments of joy. It had been like conscience to him. Yes, it had been conscience. He would destroy it.
Oscar WildeThrough vanity he had spared her.
Oscar WildeThe world has cried out against us both, but it has always worshipped you.
Oscar WildeA true friend stabs you in the front, not the back.
Oscar WildeYou have crushed the grapes against your palate. Nothing has been hidden from you. And it has all been to you no more than the sound of music. It has not marred you.
Oscar WildeFor it was an unjust mirror, this mirror of his soul that he was looking at. Vanity? Curiosity? Hypocrisy? Had there been nothing more in his renunciation than that? There had been something more.
Oscar WildeAh! That must be Aunt Augusta. Only relatives, or creditors, ever ring in that Wagnerian manner.
Oscar WildeAs the painter looked at the gracious and comely form he had so skilfully mirrored in his art, a smile of pleasure passed across his face, and seemed about to linger there.
Oscar Wildenow and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those pallid, jade-faced painters of Tokyo who, through the medium of an art that is necessarily immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion.
Oscar WildeHallward. Had he gone to his aunt's, he would have
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