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
Youth is the only thing worth having. When I find that I am growing old, I shall kill myself.
Poor? What does that matter? When poverty creeps in at the door, love flies in through the window.
If we're always guided by other people's thoughts, what's the point in having our own?
There is a fatality about good resolutions – that they are always made too late
The ugly and stupid have the best of it in this world. They can sit at their ease and gape at the play. If they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat. They live as we all should live-- undisturbed, indifferent, and without disquiet. They never bring ruin upon others, nor ever receive it from alien hands. Your rank and wealth, Henry; my brains, such as they are-- my art, whatever it may be worth; Dorian Gray's good looks-- we shall all suffer for what the gods have given us, suffer terribly.
I want to be good. I can't bear the idea of my soul being hideous.
We live in an age that reads too much to be wise, and that thinks too much to be beautiful.
A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure.
The longer I live, Dorian, the more keenly I feel that whatever was good enough for our fathers is not good enough for us. In art, as in politics, les grand-pères ont toujours tort.
Society, civilized society at least, is never very ready to believe anything to the detriment of those who are both rich and fascinating. It feels instinctively that manners are of more importance than morals, and, in its opinion, the highest respectability is of much less value than the possession of a good chef.
Love! What is love? It's nothing. It's just a word. It doesn't exist. Only pleasure is important.
Ideals are dangerous things. Realities are better. They wound, but they're better.
The girl never really lived, and so she has never really died.
They have been eating muffins. That looks like repentance