“And all men kill the thing they love, By all 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!”Ballad of Reading Gaol, 1898”

“Yet each man kills the thing he lovesBy each let this be heardSome do it with a bitter lookSome with a flattering wordThe coward does it with a kissThe brave man with a sword”

“We women, as some one says, love with our ears, just as you men love with your eyes, if you ever love at all.”

“Ah, on what little things does happiness depend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want of a red rose is my life made wretched.”

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”

“some kill their love when they are young,and some when they are old;some strangle with the hands of lust,some with the hands of gold:THE KINDEST USE A KNIFE, becauseTHE DEAD SO SOON GROW COLD.”

“And each man kills the thing he loves.”