Oscar Wilde revived

Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go.


Sad truth that...

Dear Ms. Hakima, to celebrate your day of honour:

True friends stab you in the front. O.W.

“I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.”

"I am not young enough to know everything." -Oscar Wilde / "I was working on the proof of one of my poems
all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again." -Oscar Wilde

Easter Day Poem

THE silver trumpets rang across the Dome:
The people knelt upon the ground with awe:
And borne upon the necks of men I saw,
Like some great God, the Holy Lord of Rome.
Priest-like, he wore a robe more white than foam,
And, king-like, swathed himself in royal red,
Three crowns of gold rose high upon his head:
In splendour and in light the Pope passed home.
My heart stole back across wide wastes of years
To One who wandered by a lonely sea,
And sought in vain for any place of rest:
'Foxes have holes, and every bird its nest,
I, only I, must wander wearily,
And bruise my feet, and drink wine salt with tears.'

Originally posted by Ponderable
Easter Day Poem

THE silver trumpets rang across the Dome:
The people knelt upon the ground with awe:
And borne upon the necks of men I saw,
Like some great God, the Holy Lord of Rome.
Priest-like, he wore a robe more white than foam,
And, king-like, swathed himself in royal red,
Three crowns of gold rose high upon his head:
In splendour and in l ...[text shortened]... its nest,
I, only I, must wander wearily,
And bruise my feet, and drink wine salt with tears.'

How apropos, Ponderable, on Resurrection Day.

One should never trust a woman who tells one her real age. A woman who would tell one that, would tell one anything.

'I have nothing to declare but my genius' (at border control)

'I can resist everything but temptation'

The only thing to do with good advice is to pass it on. It is never of any use to oneself.

"America [the USA] is the only country that went from barbarism to decadence without civilization in between."

Popularity is the crown of laurel which the world puts on bad art. Whatever is popular is wrong.

Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word.
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword.

'The Ballad of Reading Gaol'
Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde

This one is actually from Browning but I like it anyway:

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

Robert Browning

Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live.

Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship.

This is probably where "Harry and Sally" got its starting paradigm from...