It must be a delightful city, and possess all the attractions of the next world." "What do you think has happened to Basil ?" asked Dorian, holding up his Burgundy against the light and wondering how it was that he could discuss the matter so calmly.
"I have not the slightest idea.

If Basil chooses to hide himself, it is no business of mine.

If he is dead, I don't want to think about him.

Death is the only thing that ever terrifies me.

I hate it." "Why ?" said the younger man wearily.
"Because," said Lord Henry, passing beneath his nostrils the gilt trellis of an open vinaigrette box, "one can survive everything nowadays except that.