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'I adore simple pleasues,'said Lord Henry. 'They are the last refuge of the complex.'

I wonder who it was defined man as a rational animal. It was the most premature definition ever given.

Music had stirred him like that. Music had troubled him many times. But music was not articulate. It was not a new world, but rather another chaos, that it created in us. Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that viol or of flute, Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?

Man bør aldri gjøre noe man ikke kan snakke om etter middagen.

Jeg vil ikke ha penger. Det er bare folk som betaler regningene sine som vil ha det, og jeg betaler aldri mine.