Oscar Wilde.I don’t regret for a single moment having lived for pleasure. I did it to the full, as one should do everything that one does. There was no pleasure I did not experience. I threw the pearl of my soul into a cup of wine. I went down the primrose path to the sound of flutes. I lived on honeycomb.
"Why is it that one runs to one’s ruin? Why is destruction such a fascination?"-Oscar Wilde, De Profundis (via almostthesaddeststory)
The Thames nocturne of blue and gold
Changed to a Harmony in grey:
A barge with ochre-coloured hay
Dropt from the wharf: and chill and cold
The yellow fog came creeping down
The bridges, till the houses’ walls
Seemed changed to shadows, and S. Paul’s
Loomed like a bubble o’er the town.
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“Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty. There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.”
Constance Mary Lloyd Wilde (later Holland), 1858-1898. Writer, advocate of rational dress, journalist, women’s rights enthusiast, and wife of Oscar Wilde. She died in Genoa, aged 40, and is buried under the name of “Constance Holland”.