I forget what killed it. I think it was her proposing to sacrifice the whole world for me. That is always a dreadful moment. It fills one with the terror of eternity.
Oscar WildeThe way of paradoxes is the way of truth. To test Reality we must see it on the tight-rope.
Oscar WildeGood intentions have been the ruin of the world. The only people who have achieved anything have been those who have had no intentions at all.
Oscar WildeRequiescat 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.
Oscar Wilde