memory, like a horrible malady, was eating his soul away Auteur: Oscar Wilde Copy Quote More from Oscar Wilde “The aim of Love is to love: no more, and no less.” “Lady Bracknell: “He was eccentric, I admit. But only in later years. And that w…” “В обществото, което сме изградили, няма място за човек като мен, но природата .…” “The world has become sad because a puppet was once melancholy. The nihilist, th…”