Oscar Wilde

He to whom the present is the only thing that is present, knows nothing of the age in which he read more

He to whom the present is the only thing that is present, knows nothing of the age in which he lives.

All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That is his.

All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That is his.

Young men want to be faithful, and are not; old men want to be faithless, and cannot.

Young men want to be faithful, and are not; old men want to be faithless, and cannot.

There are only two kinds of people who are really fascinating; people who know absolutely everything, and people who know read more

There are only two kinds of people who are really fascinating; people who know absolutely everything, and people who know absolutely nothing.

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.