The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence.

We will walk on our own feet; we will work with our own hands; we will speak our own minds… A nation of men will for the first time exist, because each believes himself inspired by the Divine Soul which also inspires all men.

Thought is all light, and publishes itself to the universe. It will speak, though you were dumb, by its own miraculous organ. It will flow out of your actions, your manners, and your face. It will bring you friendships. It will impledge you to truth by the love and expectation of generous minds.

Circles, like the soul, are never-ending and turn round and round without a stop

Things are pretty, graceful, rich, elegant, handsome, but, until they speak to the imagination, not yet beautiful.

“The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's aim.” 

“What is done is done. What is past is past."

"What has the actual lapse of time got to do with it? It is only shallow people who require years to get rid of an emotion. A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure. I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.” 

“Actual life was chaos, but there was something terribly logical in the imagination. It was the imagination that set remorse to dog the feet of sin. It was the imagination that made each crime bear its misshapen brood. In the common world of fact the wicked were not punished, nor the good rewarded. Success was given to the strong, failure thrust upon the weak. That was all.” 

“Believe me, no civilized man ever regrets a pleasure, and no uncivilized man ever knows what a pleasure is.” 

“tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play— I tell you, Dorian, that it is on things like these that our lives depend.” 

“The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.” 

“The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely. All art is quite useless.” 

“but the bravest man among us is afraid of himself” 

“It was the passions about whose origin we deceived ourselves that tyrannized most strongly over us.” 

“The terror of society, which is the basis of morals, the terror of God, which is the secret of religion-these are the two things that govern us.” 

“If they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat.” 

“If I could get back my youth, I'd do anything in the world except get up early, take exercise or be respectable.” 

“We are punished for our refusals. Every impulse that we strive to strangle broods in the mind and poisons us. The body sins once, and has done with its sin, for action is a mode of purification. Nothing remains then but the recollection of a pleasure, or the luxury of a regret. The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful. It has been said that the great events of the world take place in the brain. It is in the brain, and the brain only, that the great sins of the world take place also.” 

“To be popular one must be a mediocrity."

"Not with Women," said the duchess, shaking her head; "and women rule the world. I assure you we can't bear mediocrities. We women, as someone says, love with our ears, just as you men love with your eyes, if you ever love at all."

"It seems to me that we never do anything else," murmered Dorian.” 

“There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves we feel that no one else has a right to blame us.” 

“The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's aim. The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things. ” 

Men love to wonder, and that is the seed of our science.

A good symbol is the best argument, and is a missionary to persuade thousands.

All my best thoughts were stolen by the ancients.

Life is short, but there is always time enough for courtesy.

Friendship is for aid and comfort through all the relations and passages of life and death.

It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.

It is fit for serene days, and graceful gifts, and country rambles, but also for rough roads and hard fare, shipwreck, poverty, and persecution.

We are to dignify to each other the daily needs and offices of man’s life, and embellish it by courage, wisdom and unity.

When a man lives with God, his voice shall be as sweet as the murmur of the brook and the rustle of the corn.

Life is not so short but that there is always time enough for courtesy. 

“People are very fond of giving away what they need most themselves.” 

“The basis of optimism is sheer terror. We think that we are generous because we credit our neighbour with the possession of those virtues that are likely to be a benefit to us. We praise the banker that we may overdraw our account, and find good qualities in the highwayman in the hope that he may spare our pockets.” 

“Each man lived his own life and paid his own price for living it. The only pity was one had to pay so often for a single fault. One had to pay over and over again, indeed. In her dealings with man, Destiny never closed her accounts.” 

“Ordinary people waited till life disclosed to them its secrets, but to the few, to the elect, the mysteries of life were revealed before the veil was drawn away. Sometimes this was the effect of art, and chiefly of the art of literature, which dealt immediately with the passions and the intellect.” 

“There were moments when he looked on evil simply as a mode through which he could realize his conception of the beautiful.” 

“If a man treats life artistically, his brain is his heart” 

“Each of us has heaven and hell in him, Basil, cried Dorian with a wild gesture of despair.” 

“There is a fatality about good resolutions – that they are always made too late” 

“Romance lives by repetition, and repetition converts an appetite into an art. Besides, each time that one loves is the only time one has ever loved. Difference of object does not alter singleness of passion. It merely intensifies it. We can have in life but one great experience at best, and the secret of life is to reproduce that experience as often as possible” 

“Oh I can't explain. When I like people immensely I never tell their names to any one. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it.” 

Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.

Health is the first muse, and sleep is the condition to produce it.

Give me health and a day, and I will make the pomp of emperors ridiculous.

Prudence is the virtue of the senses. […] It is content to seek health of body by complying with physical conditions, and health of mind by the laws of the intellect.

Nature always wears the colors of the spirit.