When good Americans die they go to Paris. – Oscar Wilde
Who is that man over there? I dont know him. What is he doing? Is he a conspirator? Have you searched him? Give him till tomorrow to confess, then hang him! — hang him! – Oscar Wilde

When good Americans die they go to Paris. – Oscar Wilde
Who is that man over there? I dont know him. What is he doing? Is he a conspirator? Have you searched him? Give him till tomorrow to confess, then hang him! — hang him! – Oscar Wilde
Each of the professions means a prejudice. The necessity for a career forces every one to take sides. We live in the age of the overworked, and the under-educated; the age in which people are so industrious that they become absolutely stupid. – Oscar Wilde