This is the man who according to you has ruined my soul. Why, I tell you I don’t believe I had a soul before I met him. He has taught me everything that I know that is worth knowing. […] There is one more thing that I must say something about, that is that you cannot do anything against the power of my affection for Oscar Wilde and of his for me. I am passionately fond of him, and he of me. “There never was a better bargain driver.” There is nothing I would not do for him, and if he dies before I do I shall not care to live any longer. The thought of such a thing makes everything black before my eyes. Surely there is nothing but what is fine and beautiful in such a love as that of two people for one another, the love of the disciple and the philosopher.
— Lord Alfred Douglas defending his love for Oscar Wilde to his mother, winter 1893.