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
Art finds her own perfection within, and not outside of, herself. She is not to be judged by any external standard of resemblance.
Democracy means simply the bludgeoning of the people by the people for the people.
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
Do not be afraid of the past. If people tell you that it is irrevocable, do not believe them. The past, the present and the future are but one moment in the sight of God, in whose sight we should try to live. Time and space, succession and extension, are merely accidental conditions of thought. The imagination can transcend them.
Children begin by loving their parents; after a time they judge them; rarely, if ever, do they forgive them.
every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself.
When I like people immensely I never tell their names to anyone. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy.
America is the only country that went from barbarism to decadence without civilization in between.
Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast.
I have spent most of the day putting in a comma and the rest of the day taking it out.
In examinations the foolish ask questions that the wise cannot answer.
After playing Chopin, I feel as if I had been weeping over sins that I had never committed and mourning over tragedies that were not my own.
The truth is rarely pure and never simple.
In war, the strong make slaves of the weak, and in peace the rich makes slaves of the poor.