Reported as Oscar Wilde's last words on his death bed...
This wallpaper is killing me. One of us has to go.

“Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art.Vice and virtue ar…”

“I am afraid that she is a coquette, for she is always flirting with the wind.”

“He was conscious—and the thought brought a gleam of pleasure into his brown aga…”

“LORD ILLINGWORTH: The soul is born old but grows young. That is the comedy of l…”