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  • Oscar Wilde Quotes   1859
  • But what of life whose bitter hungry sea Flows at our heels, and gloom of sunless night Covers the days which never more return? Ambition, love and all the thoughts that burn We lose too soon, and only find delight In withered husks of some dead memory.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Oscar Wilde Quotes , Sad Quotes , Memories Quotes
  • Every one of course represents the spirit of his age, but there is an eternal aspect of the Spirit of every age which may be caught. To recreate the past from the mutilated fragments of the present is the task of the Historian.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Oscar Wilde Quotes , Past Quotes , Age Quotes