Where there is sorrow there is holy ground.
Wilde wrote De Profundis in Reading Gaol as a long letter to Lord Alfred Douglas, and it was first published, in cut form, in 1905, five years after his death. The sentence continues, “Some day people will realise what that means.”
I can resist everything except temptation.
The truth is rarely pure and never simple. Modern life would be very tedious if it were either, and modern literature a complete impossibility!
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines.
A house divided against itself cannot stand.
The rank is but the guinea’s stamp, / The Man’s the gowd for a’ that.