Their result is absolutely nil.
They give us, now and then, some of those luxurious sterile emotions that have a certain charm for the weak.

That is all that can be said for them.

They are simply cheques that men draw on a bank where they have no account." "Harry," cried Dorian Gray, coming over and sitting down beside him, "why is it that I cannot feel this tragedy as much as I want to?
I don't think I am heartless.

Do you ?" "You have done too many foolish things during the last fortnight to be entitled to give yourself that name, Dorian," answered Lord Henry with his sweet melancholy smile.
The lad frowned.

"I don't like that explanation, Harry," he rejoined, "but I am glad you don't think I am heartless.