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 public is wonderfully tolerant. It forgives everything except genius. – 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 public is wonderfully tolerant. It forgives everything except genius. – Oscar Wilde
For his mourners will be outcast men, and outcasts always mourn. – Oscar Wilde
The typewriting machine, when played with expression, is no more annoying than the piano when played by a sister or near relation. – 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