WILDE: “… But the artist is the secret criminal in our midst. He is the agent of progress against authority [...]
I made art a philosophy that can look the twentieth century in the eye. I had genius, brilliancy, daring, I took charge of my own myth. I dipped my staff into the comb of wild honey. I tasted forbidden sweetness and drank the stolen waters. I lived at the turning point of the world where everything was waking up new.”
– The Invention of Love (1997) by British dramatist Tom Stoppard,
born today in 1937.