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"I suppose it would," muttered the lad, walking up and down the

room and looking horribly pale. "But I thought it was my duty. It

is not my fault that this terrible tragedy has prevented my doing

what was right. I remember your saying once that there is a

fatality about good resolutions-that they are always made too

late. Mine certainly were."

"Good resolutions are useless attempts to interfere with

scientific laws. Their origin is pure vanity. Their result is

absolutely nil. They give us, now and then, some of those

luxurious sterile emotions that have a certain charm for the

weak. That is all that can be said for them. They are simply

cheques that men draw on a bank where they have no account."

"Harry," cried Dorian Gray, coming over and sitting down beside

him, "why is it that I cannot feel this tragedy as much as I want

to? I don't think I am heartless. Do you?"