Oscar Wilde

And thus we rust Life's iron chain Degraded and alone: And some men curse, and some men weep, read more

And thus we rust Life's iron chain Degraded and alone: And some men curse, and some men weep, And some men make no moan: But God's eternal Laws are kind And break the heart of stone. And every human heart that breaks, In prison-cell or yard, Is as that broken box that gave Its treasure to the Lord, And filled the unclean leper's house With the scent of costliest nard. Ah! happy they whose hearts can break And peace of pardon win! How else may man make straight his plan And cleanse his soul from sin? How else but through a broken heart May Lord Christ enter in?

A cynic is a man who knows the price of everything, and the value of nothing.

A cynic is a man who knows the price of everything, and the value of nothing.

The mystery of love is greater than the mystery of life.

The mystery of love is greater than the mystery of life.

Seriousness is the only refuge of the shallow.

Seriousness is the only refuge of the shallow.

Nowadays, all the married men live like bachelors, and all the bachelors like married men.

Nowadays, all the married men live like bachelors, and all the bachelors like married men.