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
I knew nothing but shadows and I thought them to be real.
Life cheats us with shadows. We ask it for pleasure. It gives it to us with bitterness and disappointment in its train.
Out of the unreal shadows of night comes back the real life that we had known. We have to resume it where we had left off... p 207
The bright dawn flooded the room, and swept the fantastic shadows into dusky corners, where they lay shuddering.
Like strange mechanical grotesques, Making fantastic arabesques, The shadows raced across the blind.
Fantastic shadows of birds
What men call the shadow of the body is not the shadow of the body, but is the body of the soul.
Indeed, in many respects she was quite English and was an excellent example of the fact that we have really everything in common with America nowadays, except, of course, the language
I knew that I had come face to face with some one whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself.
The books that the world calls immoral are the books that show the world its own shame.
The best way to appreciate your job is to imagine yourself without one.
Nothing produces such an effect as a good platitude
Nothing makes one so vain as being told one is a sinner. Conscience makes egotists of us all.
Nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.