Maxioms by Oscar Wilde
Why was I born with such contemporaries?
Why was I born with such contemporaries?
Love is born with the pleasure of looking at each other, it is fed with the necessity of seeing each read more
Love is born with the pleasure of looking at each other, it is fed with the necessity of seeing each other, it is concluded with the impossibility of separation.
Deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.
Deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.
It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances
It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances
A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal.
A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal.
