"Dorian, Dorian," she cried, "before I knew you, acting was the one reality of my life. It was only in the theatre that I lived. I thought that it was all true. I was Rosalind one night and Portia the ..."
- Oscar Wilde
"He repeated her name over and over again. The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her."
"There were poisons so subtle that to know their properties one had to sicken of them. There were maladies so strange that one had to pass through them if one sought to understand their nature."
"Yet the roses are not less lovely for all that"