There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.
Oscar Wilde
"My mistress' eyes are nothing…"
"My mistress' eyes are nothing…"
There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.
Oscar Wilde
In the gaze of the other 
“Oscar, Oscar, Oscar.”
– Felix Unger