In god we trust

"The gods are strange. It is not our vices only they make instruments to scourge us. They bring us to ruin through what in us is good, gentle, humane, loving. But for my pity and affection for you...

For my love...

"OSCAR WILDE Liked Italy as homeland of all the dreams" "per te mio amore, la nostra canzone e per il nostro paese.. Come te dice "Forza Italia" Cony Shesson"

I myself am heaven and hell

" According to a work of Toulouse Lautrec portrait of Oscar Wilde of 1895 " "I send my soul though the Invisible, some letter of that after life to spell : And by and by my soul return'd to me,...

Without counterfeiting

To my best friend, my small sister... Cony Shesson "It 's difficult to be not unfair with people we love." oscar wilde

All men kill the thing they love

"In Reading gaol by Reading town There is a pit of shame, And in it lies a wretched man Eaten by teeth of flame, In a burning winding-sheet he lies, And his grave has got no name. And there, till...

Memory

"Only what is spiritual build its own form. If I cannot find the secret on myself , I shall never find it. If I already do not have it, it will never come to me."oscar wilde (De Profundis) i...

Just like paradise

"We were as men who through a fen Of filthy darkness grope: We did not dare to breathe a prayer, Or to give our anguish scope: Something was dead in each of us, And what was dead was Hope. For...

Wilde and sunflowers (part 2)

No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything. Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art. Vice an virtue are to the artist materials for an art. From the point of...

Wilde and sunflowers

The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art'aim. The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful...

The picture dorian gray

"The true madman, that gods mocks at or destroy, is the one who does not knows himself... I have been that for so long time " oscar wilde "i am everything less than perfect, i could never be,...