They take their punishment so well, so cheerfully: I go out with an adder in my heart, and an asp in my tongue, and every night I sow thorns in the garden of my soul.

Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde

Profession: Dramatist
Nationality: Irish

Some suggestions for you :

Don't spoil him. Don't try to influence him. Your influence would be bad. The world is wide and has many marvellous people in it. Don't take away from me the one person who gives to my art whatever charm that possesses: my life as an artist depends on him.

All I want to do now is look at life. You may come and look at it with me, if you care to.

She lacks the indefinable charm of weakness.

It may be bad manner to appear here smoking, but it is far worse to disturb me when I am smoking.

Some red star had come too close to the earth.

I believe some picture of mine had made a great success at the time, at least had been chattered about in the penny newspapers, which is the nineteenth-century standard of immortality.

The only thing that one really knows about human nature is that it changes. Change is the one quality we can predicate of it. The systems that fail are those that rely on the permanency of human nature, and not on its growth and development.

All crime is vulgar, just as all vulgarity is a crime.

It is much more easy to have sympathy with suffering than it is to have sympathy with thought.

My own personality has become a burden to me. I want to escape, to go away, to forget.

Duty is what one expects from others, it is not what one does oneself.

So the swallow flew over the great city, and saw the rich making merry in their beautiful houses, while the beggars were sitting at the gates. He flew into dark lanes, and saw the white faces of starving children looking out listlessly at the black streets...

Yesterday evening Mrs. Arundel insisted on my going to the window, and looking at the glorious sky, as she called it. Of course I had to look at it. She is one of those absurdly pretty Philistines to whom one can deny nothing. And what was it? It was simply a very second-rate Turner, a Turner of a bad period.

That is one of the secrets of life - to cure the soul by means of the senses, and the senses by means of the soul. You are a wonderful creation. You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know.