Some believe that as an icon the image of Oscar Wilde is too old and notorious – all right, not an icon, let him be our oriflamme.

Don Quixotes! Stand aback from my windmill!

Nurse your grief, don’t spill a drop of it, because it’ll help you to reach your zenith, some day.

The Rape of Europa. Both the myth and the picture only prove the power of beauty to turn anyone into a beast.

Whatever they say about it, but being altruistic is not so simple for everyone. Not to look and sound like despotism, altruism must be learnt, and it’s a long way, which in fact begins from our egoism, for really, a human can’t love others if he doesn’t love himself first.

Some believe that as an icon the image of Oscar Wilde is too old and notorious--all right, not an icon, let him be our oriflamme.

Every cloud of confetti has a dark lining.

We are pagans. We deify each other.

Time whips up cream for those who are ready for dessert.

Looking through the ruby glass one cannot see the true colour of the sky.