Oscar Wilde Quotes
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The evil that machinery is doing is not merely in the consequence of its work but in the fact that it makes men themselves machines also.
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Society, civilized society at least, is never very ready to believe anything to the detriment of those who are both rich and fascinating. It feels instinctively that manners are of more importance than morals, and, in its opinion, the highest respectability is of much less value than the possession of a good chef.
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Pleasure is the test of nature, its approval sign.
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Nature constantly imitates art.
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Ah! That must be Aunt Augusta. Only relatives, or creditors, ever ring in that Wagnerian manner.
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How marriage ruins a man! It is as demoralizing as cigarettes, and far more expensive.
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I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train.
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The camera, you know, will never capture you. Photography, in my experience, has the miraculous power of transferring wine into water.
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The secret of life is in art.
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A well-tied tie is the first serious step in life.
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To many, no doubt, he will seem to be somewhat blatant and bumptious, but we prefer to regard him as being simply British.
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Men know life too early. Women know life too late. That is the difference between men and women.
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Perhaps, after all, America never has been discovered. I myself would say that it had merely been detected.
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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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The criminal classes are so close to us that even the policemen can see them...
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It's tragic how few people ever 'possess their souls' before they die. 'Nothing is more rare in any man', says Emerson, 'than an act of his own.' It is quite true. Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their life is a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
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There are few of us who have not sometimes wakened before dawn, either after one of those dreamless nights that make one almost enamoured of death, or one of those nights of horror and misshapen joy, when through the chambers of the brain sweep phantoms more terrible than reality itself, and instinct with that vivid life that lurks in all grotesques, and that lends to Gothic art its enduring vitality, this art being, one might fancy, especially the art of those whose minds have been troubled with the malady of reverie.
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Grass is hard and lumpy and damp, and full of dreadful black insects.
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I have learned this: it is not what one does that is wrong, but what one becomes as a consequence of it.
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The dim roar of London was like the bourdon note of a distant organ.
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Her capacity for family affection is extraordinary. When her third husband died, her hair turned quite gold from grief.
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Somehow life is bigger after all Than any painted angel could we see The God that is within us!
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And her sweet red lips on these lips of mine Burned like the ruby fire set In the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine, Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate, Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wet With the spilt-out blood of the rose-red wine.
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I have met a lot of hardboiled eggs in my time, but you're twenty minutes.