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
All great ideas are dangerous.
The value of an idea has nothing whatever to do with the sincerity of the man who expresses it.
I want to be good. I can't bear the idea of my soul being hideous.
Any preoccupation with ideas of what is right or wrong in conduct shows an arrested intellectual development.
You are more to me than any of them has any idea; you are the atmosphere of beauty through which I see life; you are the incarnation of all lovely things...I think of you day and night. ~ Letter to Lord Alfred 'Bosie' Douglas
We have quite the same ideas. No; I think our ideas are quite different. But he has been most pleasant.
Public opinion exists only where there are no ideas.
Every single work of art is the fulfillment of a prophecy; for every work of art is the conversion of an idea into an image.
As for borrowing Mr. Whistler's ideas about art, the only thoroughly original ideas I have heard him express have had reference to his own superiority as a painter over painters greater than himself.
Music is the art... which most completely realizes the artistic idea and is the condition to which all the other arts are constantly aspiring.
It's not hard to get the ideas when they come. They just come... it's painful waiting for them.
The value of an idea has nothing whatsoever to do with the sincerity of the man who expresses it. Indeed, the probabilities are that the more insincere the man is, the more purely intellectual will the idea be, as in that case it will not be coloured by either his wants, his desires, or his prejudices.
I played with an idea, and grew willful; tossed it into the air; transformed it; let it escape and recaptured it; made it iridescent with fancy, and winged it with paradox.
An idea that isn't risky is hardly worth calling an idea.