Any place you love is the world to you”, explained the pensive Catherine Wheel, who had been attached to an old deal box in early life, and prided herself on her broken heart; “but love is not fashionable any more, the poets have killed it. They wrote so much about that nobody believed them, and I am not surprised. True love suffers, and is silent. I remember myself once- But it is no matter now. Romance is a thing of the past.
Oscar WildeI wonder that no criminal has ever pleaded the ugliness of your city as an excuse for his crimes.
Oscar WildeKnow thyself' was written over the portal of the antique world. Over the portal of the new world, 'Be thyself' shall be written.
Oscar Wilde