I threw the pearl of my soul into a cup of wine. I went down the primrose path to the sound of flutes. I lived on honeycomb.
Oscar WildeThere are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that others might pick them up.
Oscar WildeI threw the pearl of my soul into a cup of wine. I went down the primrose path to the sound of flutes. I lived on honeycomb.
Oscar WildeThere are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that others might pick them up.
Oscar Wilde