Every woman becomes their mother. That's their tragedy. And no man becomes his. That's his tragedy.
Oscar WildeSin is a thing that writes itself across a man's face. It cannot be concealed. People talk sometimes of secret vices, there are no such things. If a wretched man has a vice, it shows itself in the lines of his mouth, the droop of his eyelids, the moulding of his hands even.
Oscar Wilde