I am not young enough to know everything.
“Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?”
**The Picture of Dorian Grey
“Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.”