Oscar Wilde Quotes
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The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history.
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There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves we feel no one else has a right to blame us.
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The only way to even approach doing something perfectly is through experience, and experience is the name everyone gives to their mistakes.
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Youth is the only thing worth having.
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Flowers are as common in the country as people are in London.
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To shut one's eyes to half of life that one may live securely is as though one blinded oneself that one might walk with more safety in a land of pit and precipice.
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One's real life is so often the life that one does not lead.
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I do not approve of anything that tampers with natural ignorance. Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit; touch it and the bloom is gone.
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Pessimist: One who, when he has the choice of two evils, chooses both.
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It was only in the theatre that I lived.
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Caricature is the tribute that mediocrity pays to genius.
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The great events of the world take place in the brain...
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The one person who has more illusions than the dreamer is the man of action.
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My desire to live is as intense as ever, and though my heart is broken, hearts are made to be broken: that is why God sends sorrow into the world.
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America is not a country, it is a world.
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A pessimist is somebody who complains about the noise when opportunity knocks.
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There is only one class in the community that thinks more about money than the rich, and that is the poor. The poor can think of nothing else.
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Books are never finished, They are merely abandoned.
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Women represent the triumph of matter over mind, just as men represent the triumph of mind over morals.
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The world is made by the singer for the dreamer.
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The exquisite art of idleness, one of the most important things that any University can teach.
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Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go.
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Do not forget that small daily actions do or undo character.
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The final revelation is that Lying, the telling of beautiful untrue things, is the proper aim of Art.