“She shook her head. - “I believe in the race,” she cried.
- “It represents the survival of the pushing.”
- “It has development.”
- “Decay fascinates me more.”
- “What of art?” she asked.
- “It is a malady.”
- “Love?”
- “An illusion.”
- “Religion?”
- “The fashionable substitute for belief.”
- “You are a sceptic.”
- “Never! Scepticism is the beginning of faith.”
- “What are you?”
- “To define is to limit.”
- “Give me a clue.”
- “Threads snap. You would lose your way in the labyrinth.”
- “You bewilder me.”
―
Oscar Wilde,
The Picture of Dorian Gray