The aim of life is self-development. To realize one's nature perfectly - that is what each of us is here for.

Requiescat Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman, so Sweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone She is at rest. Peace, Peace, she cannot hear Lyre or sonnet, All my life’s buried here, Heap earth upon it.

It takes a thoroughly good woman to do a thoroughly stupid thing

Reported as Oscar Wilde's last words on his death bed... This wallpaper is killing me. One of us has to go.

I hope you have not been leading a double life, pretending to be wicked and being good all the time. That would be hypocrisy.

Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons.

It is chiefly, I regret to say, through journalism that such people find expression. I regret it because there is much to be said in favour of modern journalism. By giving us the opinions of the uneducated, it keeps us in touch with the ignorance of the community.