But what of life whose bitter hungry sea Flows at our heels, and gloom of sunless night Covers the days which never more return? Ambition, love and all the thoughts that burn We lose too soon, and only find delight In withered husks of some dead memory.
Oscar WildeWould you be in any way offended if I said that you seem to me to be in every way the visible personification of absolute perfection?
Oscar WildeThere are only two kinds of people who are really fascinating - people who know absolutely everything, and people who know absolutely nothing.
Oscar Wilde