Maxioms by Oscar Wilde
The final mystery is oneself.
The final mystery is oneself.
There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathise with the colour, the beauty, the read more
There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathise with the colour, the beauty, the joy of life. The less said about life's sores the better.
His morality is all sympathy, just what morality should be
His morality is all sympathy, just what morality should be
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.
What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything, and the value of nothing.
What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything, and the value of nothing.
