It is well for his peace that the saint goes to his martyrdom. He is spared the sight of the horror of his harvest.
Oscar WildeI will not bare my soul to their shallow prying eyes. My heart shall never be put under their microscope.
Oscar WildeVeil after veil of thin dusky gauze is lifted, and by degrees the forms and colours of things are restored to them, and we watch the dawn remaking the world in its antique pattern.
Oscar Wilde