Those whom the gods love grow young. – Oscar Wilde
He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends. – Oscar Wilde
Those whom the gods love grow young. – Oscar Wilde
He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends. – Oscar Wilde
The modern sympathy with invalids is morbid. Illness of any kind is hardly a thing to be encouraged in others. – Oscar Wilde