Movie: Dorian Gray (Dorian Gray). Page 2

We are slaves of fate, of enchantment, kings, and desperate men, in whose lives the disease poison. So the spell of the poppy can lull us, and we sleep the sleep of the dead. And when this dream is over, we will Wake up in eternity and disappear. Die death itself.

All I can see is in decline: religion is the fashionable substitute faith, art is a disease, love is an illusion.