Then I feel, Harry, that I have given away my whole soul to some one who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer's day." "Days in summer, Basil, are apt to linger," murmured Lord Henry.
"Perhaps you will tire sooner than he will.

It is a sad thing to think of, but there is no doubt that genius lasts longer than beauty.

That accounts for the fact that we all take such pains to over-educate ourselves.

In the wild struggle for existence, we want to have something that endures, and so we fill our minds with rubbish and facts, in the silly hope of keeping our place.

The thoroughly well-informed man--that is the modern ideal.