The beautiful, passionate, ruined South, the land of magnolias and music, of roses and romance . . . living on the memory of crushing defeats
Oscar WildeAt every single moment of one's life one is what one is going to be no less than what one has been.
Oscar WildeAs it was, we always misunderstood ourselves and rarely understood others. Experience was of no ethical value. It was merely the name men gave to their mistakes.
Oscar Wilde