"But beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face. The moment one sits down to think, one becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid. Look at the successful men in any of the learned professions. How perfectly hideous they are! Except, of course, in the Church. But then in the Church, they don't think. A bishop keeps on saying at the age of eighty what he was told to say when he was a boy of eighteen, and as a natural consequence he looks absolutely delightful."

Oscar Wilde

Name: Shubhangi

When I write, I write as honestly as I can. Writing without emotion is like meat without salt, a world without colours. I appreciate critiques, despite how small they are. :)