“The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.”
More from Oscar Wilde
“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
“A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure.”
“Anybody can sympathize with the sufferings of a friend, but it requires a very fine nature…”
“Never love anyone who treats you like you're ordinary.”