And the marvellous rose became crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart
Oscar WildeAll art is immortal. For emotion for the sake of emotion is the aim of art, and emotion for the sake of action is the aim of life.
Oscar WildeI am Irish by race but the English have condemned me to talk the language of Shakespeare.
Oscar Wilde