This happens to be my birthday, and I am in mourning, as I shall henceforth do on each of my anniversaries, the flight of one year into nothingness, the growing blight upon my summer.
– Oscar Wilde
In conversation
This happens to be my birthday, and I am in mourning, as I shall henceforth do on each of my anniversaries, the flight of one year into nothingness, the growing blight upon my summer.
– Oscar Wilde