Requiescat Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman, so Sweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone She is at rest. Peace, Peace, she cannot hear Lyre or sonnet, All my life’s buried here, Heap earth upon it.

It is a great mistake for men to give up paying compliments, for when they give up saying what is charming, they give up thinking what is charming.

The key to making up Oscar Wilde quotes is to add '~ Oscar Wilde' at the end.

The man who sees both sides of a question is a man who sees absolutely nothing at all.

Genius lasts longer than beauty

Before Turner there was no fog in London.

It is always painful fo part from people whom one has known for a very brief space of time. The absence of old friends one can endure with equanimity. But even a momentary separation from anyone to whom one has just been introduced is almost unbearable.