Far away beyond the pine-woods,' he answered, in a low dreamy voice, 'there is a little garden. There the grass grows long and deep, there are the great white stars of the hemlock flower, there the nightingale sings all night long. All night long he sings, and the cold, crystal moon looks down, and the yew-tree spreads out its giant arms over the sleepers.
Oscar WildeA great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical of all creatures. But inferior poets are absolutely fascinating.
Oscar WildeA glass of absinthe is as poetical as anything in the world. What difference is there between a glass of absinthe and a sunset?
Oscar WildeMen know life too early. Women know life too late. That is the difference between men and women.
Oscar Wilde