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
For his mourners will be outcast men, and outcasts always mourn. – 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
For his mourners will be outcast men, and outcasts always mourn. – Oscar Wilde
If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life. – 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