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
Life is never fair, and perhaps it is a good thing for most of us that it is not. – Oscar Wilde

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
Life is never fair, and perhaps it is a good thing for most of us that it is not. – Oscar Wilde
The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what fiction means. – 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
The clouds were drifting over the moon at their giddiest speed, at one time wholly obscuring her, at another, suffering her to burst forth in full splendor and shed her light on all the objects around; anon, driving over her again, with increased velocity, and shrouding everything in darkness. – Charles Dickens, The Pickwick Papers