For his mourners will be outcast men, and outcasts always mourn. – 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
An excellent man he has no enemies and none of his friends like him. – Oscar Wilde
If property had simply pleasures, we could stand it; but its duties make it unbearable. In the interest of the rich we must get rid of it. – Oscar Wilde
We make a mistake forsaking England and moving out into the periphery of life. After all, Taormina, Ceylon, Africa, America — as far as we go, they are only the negation of what we ourselves stand for and are: and were rather like Jonahs running away from the place we belong. – D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence