He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends. – 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

He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends. – 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
Nobody of any real culture, for instance, ever talks nowadays about the beauty of sunset. Sunsets are quite old fashioned. To admire them is a distinct sign of provincialism of temperament. Upon the other hand they go on. – Oscar Wilde