Good-bye, Harry.

You are dining out, I suppose?
So am I.Perhaps I shall see you at Lady Thornbury's." "I dare say, my dear," said Lord Henry, shutting the door behind her as, looking like a bird of paradise that had been out all night in the rain, she flitted out of the room, leaving a faint odour of frangipanni.

Then he lit a cigarette and flung himself down on the sofa.
"Never marry a woman with straw-coloured hair, Dorian," he said after a few puffs.
"Why, Harry ?" "Because they are so sentimental." "But I like sentimental people." "Never marry at all, Dorian.

Men marry because they are tired; women, because they are curious: both are disappointed." "I don't think I am likely to marry, Harry.

I am too much in love.
That is one of your aphorisms.