He could smell opium and he smiled with pleasure
“I know what pleasure is,” cried Dorian Gray. “It is to worship someone.”
I wish I could believe that he has died some romantic death, but I can’t. He probably fell into the Seine 92 off a bus. I can see him now lying on his back in the dirty green water. During the last ten years he had not been painting well
But Juliet was a beautiful young actress. She was about seventeen years old.
“I have never searched for happiness. Who wants happiness? I have searched for pleasure.”
Sin is a thing that writes itself across a man’s face. It cannot be concealed