I did not think I should be ever loved: do you indeed Love me so much as now you say you do? Ask of the sea-bird if it loves the sea, Ask of the roses if they love the rain, Ask of the little lark, that will not sing Till day break, if it loves to see the day: And yet, these are but empty images, Mere shadows of my love, which is a fire So great that all the waters of the main Can not avail to quench it.
Oscar WildeTo me, Beauty is the wonder of wonders...It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances.
Oscar WildeWhen one is in town one amuses oneself. When one is in the country one amuses other people. It is excessively boring.
Oscar Wilde