Oscar Wilde

“Be­cause to in­flu­ence a per­son is to give him one’s own soul. He does not think his nat­ural thoughts, or burn with his nat­ural pas­sions. His vir­tues are not real to him. His sins, if there are such things as sins, are bor­rowed. He be­comes an echo of someone else’s mu­sic, an actor of a part that has not been writ­ten for him.

Al­gernon

I hope to­mor­row will be a fine day, Lane.

Lane

It never is, sir.

Al­gernon

Lane, you’re a per­fect pess­im­ist.

"Yes, death. Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace. You can help me. You can open for me the portals of death's house, for love is always with you, and love is stronger than death is."

The truth is rarely pure and never simple.

I keep a di­ary in or­der to enter the won­der­ful secrets of my life. If I didn’t write them down, I should prob­ably for­get all about them.

The good ended hap­pily, and the bad un­hap­pily. That is what Fic­tion means.

against the purity of a little child the powers of Hell cannot prevail."

what Life is, and what Death signifies, and why Love is stronger than both."

You can have your secret as long as I have your heart,

"They mean," he said, sadly, "that you must weep with me for my sins, because I have no tears, and pray with me for my soul, because I have no faith, and then, if you have always been sweet, and good, and gentle, the angel of death will have mercy on me. You will see fearful shapes in darkness, and wicked voices will whisper in your ear, but they will not harm you, for against the purity of a little child the powers of Hell cannot prevail."