I treated Art as the supreme reality and life as a mere mode of fiction.

Romantic literature is in effect imaginative lying.

En cuanto a una vida echada a perder, no hay vida echada a perder más que aquella cuyo crecimiento queda detenido. Si quieres destrozar un carácter, lo único que tienes que hacer es intentar reformarlo

MISS PRISM: Memory, my dear Cecily, is the diary that we all carry about with us.CECILY: Yes, but it usually chronicles the things that have never happened, and couldn't possibly have happened.

When they reached the end of the room he stopped, and muttered some words she could not understand. She opened her eyes, and saw the wall slowly fading away like a mist, and a great black cavern in front of her. A bitter cold wind swept round them, and she felt something pulling at her dress. "Quick, quick," cried the Ghost, "or it will be too late," and, in a moment, the wainscoting had closed behind them, and the Tapestry Chamber was empty.