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
Beautiful things like beautiful sins belong to the rich,
A subject that is beautiful in itself gives no suggestion to the artist. It lacks imperfection.
It is better to be beautiful than to be good, but it is better to be good than to be ugly.
There were moments when he looked on evil simply as a mode through which he could realize his conception of the beautiful.
The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's aim.
Lying, the telling of beautiful untrue things, is the proper aim of Art.
What is beautiful is a joy for all seasons ...
The ugly can be beautiful. The pretty, never.
Schools should be the most beautiful place in every town and village-so beautiful that the punishment for undutiful children should be barred from going to school the following day.
A subject that is beautiful in itself gives no suggestion to the artist. It lacks imperfection.
Its a beautiful woman's fate to be the subject of conversation where ever she goes
Alone, and without any reference to his neighbours, without any interference, the artist can fashion a beautiful thing; and if he does not do it solely for his own pleasure, he is not an artist at all.
She has form," he said to himself, as he walked away through the grove - "that cannot be denied to her; but has she got feeling? I am afraid not. In fact, she is like most artists; she is all style, without any sincerity. She would not sacrifice herself for others. She thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that arts are selfish. Still, it must be admitted that she has some beautiful notes in her voice. What a pity it is that they do not mean anything, or do any practical good.
Lord Illingworth told me this morning that there was an orchid there as beautiful as the seven deadly sins.