Oscar Wilde ought to have known that in this world every real superiority is pursued with hatred, and every worker of miracles is sure to be persecuted.

But he had no inkling that the Gospel story is symbolic--the life-story of genius for all time, eternally true.

He never looked outside himself, and as the fruits of success were now sweet in his mouth, a pursuing Fate seemed to him the most mythical of myths.

His child-like self-confidence was pathetic.

The laws that govern human affairs had little interest for the man who was always a law unto himself.