Nature pulls one way and human nature another.

When I think of what life is, and how seldom love is answered by love; it is one of the moments for which the world was made.

They had nothing in common but the English language.

He never even thought of tenderness and emotion; his considerations about Durham remained cold. Durham didn't dislike him, he was sure. That was all he wanted. One thing at a time. He didn't so much as have hopes, for hope distracts, and he had a great deal to see to.

Oh, the English! They are always thinking of tea. They carry it by the kilogram, and they are so clumsy that they always pack it at the top.

I am an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort.