Antony

“You can dine with me to-night, Dorian, can't you?” He shook his head. “To-night she is Imogen,” he answered, “and to-morrow night she will be Juliet.” “When is she Sibyl Vane?” “Never.” “I congratulate you.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

“Why should I not love her? Harry, I do love her. She is everything to me in life. Night after night I go to see her play. One evening she is Rosalind, and the next evening she is Imogen. I have seen her die in the gloom of an Italian Tomb, sucking the poison from her lover's lips. I have watched her wandering through the forest of Arden, disguised as a pretty boy in hose and doublet and dainty cap. She has been mad, and has come into the presence of a guilty king, and given him rue to wear, and bitter herbs to taste of. She has been innocent, and the black hands of jealousy have crushed her reed-like throat. I have seen her in every age and in every costume. Ordinary women never appeal to one's imagination. They are limited to their century. No glamour ever transfigures them. One knows their minds as easily as one knows their bonnets. One can always find them. There is no mystery in one of them.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

“And if it can’t be fun, what’s the point?”
― Donald Trump, Trump: The Art of the Deal

“Each of us has Heaven and Hell in him, Basil,” cried Dorian, with a wild gesture of despair.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray