Maxioms by 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?
I can resist anything except temptation.
I can resist anything except temptation.
Nothing makes one so vain as being told one is a sinner. Conscience makes egotists of us all.
Nothing makes one so vain as being told one is a sinner. Conscience makes egotists of us all.
Biography lends to death a new terror.
Biography lends to death a new terror.
