Maxioms by Oscar Wilde
If one tells the truth, one is sure sooner or later to be found out
If one tells the truth, one is sure sooner or later to be found out
In all pointed sentences some degree of accuracy must be sacrificed to conciseness.
In all pointed sentences some degree of accuracy must be sacrificed to conciseness.
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.
Women are made to be loved, not understood.
Women are made to be loved, not understood.
Plain women are always jealous of their husbands. Beautiful women never are. They are always so occupied with being jealous read more
Plain women are always jealous of their husbands. Beautiful women never are. They are always so occupied with being jealous of other women's husbands.
