Imprimis, Vol 20, #9
When Oscar Wilde arrived for a visit to the U.S. in 1882, he was asked by customs officials if he had anything to declare. He replied: "Only my genius." Fifteen years later, alone and broken in prison, he reflected on his life of waste and excess. "I have been a spend thrift of my genius...I forgot that every little action of the common day makes or unmakes character."