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?

The only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about.

The only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about.

Good taste is the excuse I've always given for leading such a bad life.

Good taste is the excuse I've always given for leading such a bad life.

I can resist anything except temptation.

I can resist anything except temptation.

It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution

It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution