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
For his mourners will be outcast men, and outcasts always mourn. – 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
For his mourners will be outcast men, and outcasts always mourn. – Oscar Wilde
It is through art, and through art only, that we can realise our perfection. – Oscar Wilde
The world has grown suspicious of anything that looks like a happily married life. – Oscar Wilde
A cloud does not know why it moves in just such a direction and at such a speed… It feels an impulsion… this is the place to go now. But the sky knows the reasons and the patterns behind all clouds, and you will know, too, when you lift yourself high enough to see beyond horizons. – Richard Bach