John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Oscar Wilde. (1854–1900) |
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| Yet each man kills the thing he loves, By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword. |
| The Ballad of Reading Gaol. |
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| All that we know who lie in gaol Is that the wall is strong; And that each day is like a year, A year whose days are long. |
| The Ballad of Reading Gaol. |
| 8092 |
| The vilest deeds like poison-weeds Bloom well in prison-air: It is only what is good in Man That wastes and withers there: Pale Anguish keeps the heavy gate And the Warder is Despair. |
| The Ballad of Reading Gaol. |
| 8093 |
| The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. |
| The Picture of Dorian Gray. |
| 8094 |
| He knew the precise psychological moment when to say nothing. |
| The Picture of Dorian Gray. |
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| As long as war is regarded as wicked it will always have its fascinations. When it is looked upon as vulgar, it will cease to be popular. |
| The Critic as Artist. |
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| Where there is sorrow there is holy ground. |
| De Profundis. |
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| It is through Art and through Art only that we can realize our perfection; through Art and Art only that we can shield ourselves from the sordid perils of actual existence. |
| Art. |