Oscar Wilde
Oscar Wilde
Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wildewas an Irish playwright, novelist, essayist, and poet. After writing in different forms throughout the 1880s, he became one of London's most popular playwrights in the early 1890s. He is remembered for his epigrams, his novel The Picture of Dorian Gray, his plays, as well as the circumstances of his imprisonment and early death...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth16 October 1854
CityDublin, Ireland
CountryIreland
Philosophies fall away like sand, and creeds follow on another like the withered leaves of Autumn.
The final mystery is oneself... Who can calculate the orbit of his own soul.
It is difficult not to be unjust to what one loves.
Life! Life! Don't let us go to life for our fulfilment or our experience. Life makes us pay too high a price for its wares, and we purchase the meanest of its secrets at a cost that is monstrous and infinite.
By the artificial separation of soul and body men have invented a Realism that is vulgar and an Idealism that is void.
I put my talent in my work, I save my Genius for my life.
It is absurd to say that the age of miracles is past. It has not yet begun.
Varnishing is the only artistic process with which Royal Academicians are thoroughly familiar.
I live constantly in the fear of not being misunderstood.
It is what we fear that happens to us.
The only artists I have ever known who are personally delightful are bad artists. Good artists exist simply in what they make, and consequently are perfectly uninteresting in what they are.
There is no such thing as romance in our day, women have become too brilliant; nothing spoils a romance so much as a sense of humor in the woman.
Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on. The loves and sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plenitude.
A book or poem which has no pity in it had better not be written.