The moment one sits down to think, one becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid
Oscar WildeI now see that sorrow, being the supreme emotion of which man is capable, is at once the type and test of all great art.
Oscar WildeThe moment one sits down to think, one becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid
Oscar WildeI now see that sorrow, being the supreme emotion of which man is capable, is at once the type and test of all great art.
Oscar Wilde