My God! My God! Harry, what shall I do?
You don't know the danger I am in, and there is nothing to keep me straight.

She would have done that for me.

She had no right to kill herself.

It was selfish of her." "My dear Dorian," answered Lord Henry, taking a cigarette from his case and producing a gold-latten matchbox, "the only way a woman can ever reform a man is by boring him so completely that he loses all possible interest in life.

If you had married this girl, you would have been wretched.