Out of the unreal shadows of night comes back the real life that we had known. We have to resume it where we had left off... p 207
Oscar WildeBy giving us the opinions of the uneducated, journalism keeps us in touch with the ignorance of the community.
Oscar WildeI would not a bit mind sleeping in the cool grass in summer, and when winter came on sheltering myself by the warm close-thatched rick, or under the penthouse of a great barn, provided I had love in my heart.
Oscar Wilde