Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love: it is the faithless who know love's tragedies." And Lord Henry struck a light on a dainty silver case and began to smoke a cigarette with a self-conscious and satisfied air, as if he had summed up the world in a phrase.

There was a rustle of chirruping sparrows in the green lacquer leaves of the ivy, and the blue cloud-shadows chased themselves across the grass like swallows.

How pleasant it was in the garden! And how delightful other people's emotions were!--much more delightful than their ideas, it seemed to him.

One's own soul, and the passions of one's friends--those were the fascinating things in life.

He pictured to himself with silent amusement the tedious luncheon that he had missed by staying so long with Basil Hallward.