The sin was mine; I did not understand. So now is music prisoned in her cave, Save where some ebbing desultory wave Frets with its restless whirls this meagre strand.
Oscar WildeI have found that all ugly things are made by those who strive to make something beautiful, and that all beautiful things are made by those who strive to make something useful.
Oscar WildeA subject that is beautiful in itself gives no suggestion to the artist. It lacks imperfection.
Oscar Wilde