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
The only difference between saints and sinners is that every saint has a past while every sinner has a future.
Hear no evil, speak no evil - and you'll never be invited to a party
There were moments when he looked on evil simply as a mode through which he could realize his conception of the beautiful.
Wickedness is a myth invented by good people to account for the curious attractiveness of others.
We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.
There were times when it appeared to Dorian Gray that the whole of history was merely the record of his own life, not as he had lived it in act and circumstand, but as his imagination had created it for him, as it had been in his brain and in his passions. He felt that he had known them all, those strange terrible figures that had passed across the stage of the world and made sin so marvellous, and evil so full of subtlety. It seemed to him that in some mysterious way their lives had been his own.
The evil that machinery is doing is not merely in the consequence of its work but in the fact that it makes men themselves machines also.
It is immoral to use private property in order to alleviate the horrible evils that result from the institutions of private property.
Hear no evil, speak no evil, and you won't be invited to cocktail parties.
When we are happy we are always good, but when we are good we are not always happy.
What a fuss people make about fidelity! Why, even in love it is purely a question for physiology. It has nothing to do with our own will. Young men want to be faithful, and are not; old men want to be faithless, and cannot: that is all one can say.
Work is a refuge of people who have nothing better to do.
Where there is no extravagance there is no love, and where there is no love there is no understanding.
Where there is no exaggeration there is no love, and where there is no love there is no understanding. It is only about things that do not interest one, that one can give a really unbiased opinion. . .