Oscar Wilde Quotes
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All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his.
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Every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself.
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Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.
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Fashion is what one wears oneself. What is unfashionable is what other people wear.
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The condition of perfection is idleness: the aim of perfection is youth.
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Always keep love in your heart.
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Find expression for a sorrow, and it will become dear to you. Find expression for a joy, and you will intensify its ecstasy.
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Insincerity is merely a method by which we can multiply our personalities.
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We spend our days, each one of us, in looking for the secret of life. Well, the secret of life is in Art.
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The man with a clear conscience probably has a poor memory.
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Because sometimes you have to do something bad to do something good.
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I like talking to a brick wall- it's the only thing in the world that never contradicts me!
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My experience is that as soon as people are old enough to know better, they don't know anything at all.
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To speak frankly, I am not in favour of long engagements. They give people the opportunity of finding out each other's character before marriage, which I think is never advisable.
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Good taste is the excuse I have given for leading such a bad life.
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Spontaneity is a meticulously prepared art.
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Art is individualism, and individualism is a disturbing and disintegrating force.
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Oh, duty is what one expects from others, it is not what one does oneself.
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Love is not fashionable anymore; the poets have killed it.
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My wish isn't to mean everything to everyone but something to someone.
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Each of the professions means a prejudice. The necessity for a career forces every one to take sides. We live in the age of the overworked, and the under-educated; the age in which people are so industrious that they become absolutely stupid.
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Any place you love is the world to you.
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The face of the enemy frightens me only when I see how much it resembles me.
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As for a spoiled life, no life is spoiled but one whose growth is arrested.