I used to think of resignation in a vague way as of something rather beautiful; ever since, I have thought of it with impatience: resignation is the courage of the irresolute.

Oscar's obstinacy was the obverse of his weakness.

It is astonishing how inertia rules some natures.

The attraction of waiting and doing nothing is intense for those who live in thought and detest action.

As we turned into Oakley Street, Oscar said to me: "You are not angry with me, Frank ?" and he put out his hand.
"No, no," I said, "why should I be angry?
You are the master of your fate.