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
Society often forgives the criminal; it never forgives the dreamer.
The final mystery is oneself. When one has weighed the sun in the balance, and measured the steps of the moon, and mapped out the seven heavens star by star, there still remains oneself. Who can calculate the orbit of his own soul?
Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.
How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being.
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
In love, it is better to know and be disappointed, than to not know and always wonder.
Crying is for plain women. Pretty women go shopping.
Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go.
Selfishness is not living your life as you wish to live it. Selfishness is wanting others to live their lives as you wish them to.
Never love anyone who treats you like you're ordinary.
If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they'll kill you.
Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes.
I don't want to go to heaven. None of my friends are there.
Whenever cannibals are on the brink of starvation, Heaven, in its infinite mercy, sends them a fat missionary.