For the future let those who come to play with me have no hearts,' she cried, and she ran out into the garden. Autor: Oscar Wilde Copy Quote More from Oscar Wilde “Skepticism is the beginning of faith.” “A method of procuring sensations? Do you think then, that a man who has once co…” “Nichts Interessantes ist jemals richtig.” “I had buried my romance in a bed of asphodel.”