“Oh, your theories about life, your theories about love, your theories about pleasure. All your theories, in fact, Harry.” “Pleasure is the only thing worth having a theory about,” he answered in his slow melodious voice. “But I am afraid I cannot claim my theory as my own. It belongs to Nature, not to me. Pleasure is Nature’s test, her sign of approval. When we are happy, we are always good, but when we are good, we are not always happy.” “Ah! but what do you mean by good?” cried Basil Hallward. “Yes,” echoed Dorian, leaning back in his chair and looking at Lord Henry over the heavy clusters of … Continue reading Osacr Wilde