There is always something infinitely mean about other people's tragedies." "Sibyl is the only thing I care about.

What is it to me where she came from?
From her little head to her little feet, she is absolutely and entirely divine.

Every night of my life I go to see her act, and every night she is more marvellous." "That is the reason, I suppose, that you never dine with me now.

I thought you must have some curious romance on hand.

You have; but it is not quite what I expected." "My dear Harry, we either lunch or sup together every day, and I have been to the opera with you several times," said Dorian, opening his blue eyes in wonder.
"You always come dreadfully late." "Well, I can't help going to see Sibyl play," he cried, "even if it is only for a single act.