Who, being loved, is poor? – Oscar Wilde
I never saw a man who looked with such a wistful eye upon that little tent of blue which prisoners call the sky. – Oscar Wilde
Who, being loved, is poor? – Oscar Wilde
I never saw a man who looked with such a wistful eye upon that little tent of blue which prisoners call the sky. – Oscar Wilde
The community is infinitely more brutalised by the habitual employment of punishment than it is by the occasional occurrence of crime. – Oscar Wilde
Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth. – Oscar Wilde