It is well for his peace that the saint goes to his martyrdom. He is spared the sight of the horror of his harvest. – 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
No woman should ever be quite accurate about her age. It looks so calculating. – Oscar Wilde
Your mock saint who stands in a niche is not a woman if she have not suffered, still less a woman if she have not sinned. Fall at the feet of your idol as you wish, but drag her down to your level after that — the only level she should ever reach, that of your heart. – Baroness Emmuska Orczy