Oscar Wilde Quotes
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Lean on principles, one day they'll end up giving way.
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Progress is the realization of utopia.
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Married men are horribly tedious when they are good husbands, and abominably conceited when they are not.
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Pray don't talk to me about the weather, Mr. Worthing. Whenever people talk to me about the weather, I always feel quite certain that they mean something else. And that makes me quite nervous.
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Wisdom comes with winters.
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The Americans are certainly hero-worshipers, and always take their heroes from the criminal classes.
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What men call the shadow of the body is not the shadow of the body, but is the body of the soul.
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Life is the art of being well deceived, and to succeed, it must be habitual and uninterrupted.
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There were sins whose fascination was more in the memory than in the doing of them, strange triumphs that gratified the pride more than the passions, and gave to the intellect a quickened sense of joy, greater than any joy they brought, or could ever bring, to the senses.
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America has been discovered before, but it has always been hushed up.
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St. Paul's Loomed like a bubble o'er the town.
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Conformity is the last refuge of the unimaginitive.
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Meredith is a prose Browning, and so is Browning. He used poetry as a medium for writing in prose.
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Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love: it is the faithless who know love's tragedies.
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Time is a waste of money.
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I must remember that a good friend is a new world.
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I hope you hair curls naturally, does it? Yes, darling, with a little help from others.
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A well-tied tie is the first serious step in life.
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What we have to do, what at any rate it is our duty to do, is to revive the old art of Lying.
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Arguments are to be avoided: they are always vulgar and often convincing.
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The brotherhood of man is not a mere poet’s dream: it is a most depressing and humiliating reality.
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Appearance blinds, whereas words reveal.
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I have invented an invaluable permanent invalid called Bunbury, in order that I may be able to go down into the country whenever I choose.
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For life is terribly deficient in form. Its catastrophes happen in the wrong way and to the wrong people. There is a grotesque horror about its comedies, and its tragedies seem to culminate in farce.