When to the sessions of sad memory I summon up the spirits of those whom I have met in the world and loved, men famous and men of unfulfilled renown, I miss no one so much as I miss Oscar Wilde.

I would rather spend an evening with him than with Renan or Carlyle, or Verlaine or Dick Burton or Davidson.

I would rather have him back now than almost anyone I have ever met.

I have known more heroic souls and some deeper souls; souls much more keenly alive to ideas of duty and generosity; but I have known no more charming, no more quickening, no more delightful spirit.
This may be my shortcoming; it may be that I prize humour and good-humour and eloquent or poetic speech, the artist qualities, more than goodness or loyalty or manliness, and so over-estimate things amiable.

But the lovable and joyous things are to me the priceless things, and the most charming man I have ever met was assuredly Oscar Wilde.