in radiant in night long morphic sheenand tears the tomb of your infinity. — Georges Bataille, from “Je revais de toucher” in “5 poems,” Hyperion: On the Future of Aesthetics, a web publication of The Nietzsche Circle: http://www.nietzschecircle.com, Volume III, issue 4, December 2008
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. ― Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere’s Fan. Originally published: 1893
If desire seizes directly upon its object, contemplation removes its object to a distance, and makes it into a true and inalienable possession by putting it beyond the reach of passion. — Friedrich von Schiller, Letters on the Aesthetic Education of Man. (CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform December 10, 2015)
Only one thing remains infinitely fascinating to me, the mystery of moods. To be master of these moods is exquisite, to be mastered by them more exquisite still. Sometimes I think that the artistic life is a long and lovely suicide, and am not sorry that it is so. And much of this I fancy… Continue reading Oscar Wilde
Crying is for plain women. Pretty women go shopping. ― Oscar Wilde
To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. ― Oscar Wilde
Never love anyone who treats you like you’re ordinary. — Oscar Wilde
The Sphinx In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy thinks A beautiful and silent Sphinx has watched me through the shifting gloom. Inviolate and immobile she does not rise she does not stir For silver moons are naught to her and naught to her the suns that reel. Red follows… Continue reading Oscar Wilde
The artistic life is a long, lovely suicide. — Oscar Wilde
Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power. — Oscar Wilde
The Vale of Soul-Making 