Maxioms by Oscar Wilde
The longer I live, the more keenly I feel that whatever was good enough for our fathers is not good read more
The longer I live, the more keenly I feel that whatever was good enough for our fathers is not good enough for us.
People who count their chickens before they are hatched, act very wisely, because chickens run about so absurdly that it read more
People who count their chickens before they are hatched, act very wisely, because chickens run about so absurdly that it is impossible to count them accurately
Feast of Thomas Becket, Archbishop of Canterbury, Martyr, 1170 Come down, O Christ, and help me! reach Thy hand read more
Feast of Thomas Becket, Archbishop of Canterbury, Martyr, 1170 Come down, O Christ, and help me! reach Thy hand For I am drowning in a stormier sea Than Simon on the the lake of Galilee: The wine of life is spilt upon the sand, My heart is as some famine-murdered land Whence all good things have perished utterly, And well I know my soul in Hell must lie If I this night before God's throne must stand. "He sleeps perchance, or rideth to the chase, Like Baal, when his prophets holed that name From morn to noon on Carmel's smitten height." Nay, peace! I shall behold, before the night, The feet of brass, the robe more white than flame, The wounded hands, the weary human face.
The world was my oyster but I used the wrong fork - Oscar Wilde
The world was my oyster but I used the wrong fork - Oscar Wilde
I have met a lot of hardboiled eggs in my time, but you're twenty minutes.
I have met a lot of hardboiled eggs in my time, but you're twenty minutes.
