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
There are two ways to dislike poetry: One is to dislike it; the other is to read Pope.
Questions are never indiscreet, answers sometimes are.
Men marry because they are tired; women, because they are curious; both are disappointed.
Life is too short to be taken seriously.
At twilight, nature is not without loveliness, though perhaps its chief use is to illustrate quotations from the poets.
There are only two kinds of people who are really fascinating - people who know absolutely everything, and people who know absolutely nothing.
Never regret thy fall, O Icarus of the fearless flight For the greatest tragedy of them all Is never to feel the burning light.
There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.
And if it feels good... Feel it!
Morality is simply the attitude we adopt towards people whom we personally dislike.
Even now I cannot help feeling that it is a mistake to think that the passion one feels in creation is ever really shown in the work one creates.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves, By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword! Some kill their love when they are young, And some when they are old; Some strangle with the hands of Lust, Some with the hands of Gold: The kindest use a knife, because The dead so soon grow cold. Some love too little, some too long, Some sell, and others buy; Some do the deed with many tears, And some without a sigh: For each man kills the thing he loves, Yet each man does not die.
The only one you need in your life is that person who shows you he needs you in his.
Most of our modern portrait painters are doomed to absolute oblivion. They never paint what they see. They paint what the public sees, and the public never sees anything.