“She...can talk brillantly upon any subject provided she knows nothing about it.”

“I love to talk about nothing. It's the only thing I know anything about.”

“Its a beautiful woman's fate to be the subject of conversation where ever she goes”

“What nonsense people talk about happy marriages!" exclaimed Lord Henry. " A man can be happy with any woman, as long as he does not love her.”

“She has form," he said to himself, as he walked away through the grove - "that cannot be denied to her; but has she got feeling? I am afraid not. In fact, she is like most artists; she is all style, without any sincerity. She would not sacrifice herself for others. She thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that arts are selfish. Still, it must be admitted that she has some beautiful notes in her voice. What a pity it is that they do not mean anything, or do any practical good.”

“She is at rest.Peace, peace, she cannot hear,Lyre or sonnet,All my life's buried here,Heap earth upon it.”

“She knew nothing but she had everything he had lost.”