Oscar Wilde Quotes
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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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A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at, for it leaves out the one country at which Humanity is always landing.
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Would you be in any way offended if I said that you seem to me to be in every way the visible personification of absolute perfection?
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And it is only fair to state, with regard to modern journalists, that they always apologise to one in private for what they have written against one in public.
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Mothers, of course, are all right. They pay a chap's bills and don't bother him. But fathers bother a chap and never pay his bills.
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He was always late on principle, his principle being that punctuality is the thief of time.
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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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A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.
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It is absurd to have a hard and fast rule about what one should read and what one shouldn't. More than half of modern culture depends on what one shouldn't read.
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The only link between Literature and the Drama left to us in England at the present moment is the bill of the play.
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Let me be dressed as I will, yet flies worms and flowers exceed me still.
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All charming people, I fancy, are spoiled. It is the secret of their attraction.
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But what of life whose bitter hungry sea Flows at our heels, and gloom of sunless night Covers the days which never more return? Ambition, love and all the thoughts that burn We lose too soon, and only find delight In withered husks of some dead memory.
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Science can never grapple with the irrational. That is why it has no future before it, in this world.
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As I lounged in the Park, or strolled down Piccadilly, I used to look at everyone who passed me, and wonder, with mad curiosity, what sort of lives they led. some of them fascinated me. Others filled me with terror.
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The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me.
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I may have said the same thing before...but my explanation, I am sure, will always be different.
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A man's life is of more value than a woman's. It has larger issues, wider scope, greater ambitions. Our lives revolve in curves of emotions. It is upon lines of intellect that a man's life progresses. I have just learnt this, and much else with it, from Lord Goring. And I will not spoil your life for you, nor see you spoil it as a sacrifice to me, a useless sacrifice.
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Learned conversation is either the affectation of the ignorant or the profession of the mentally unemployed.
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Good resolutions are simply checks that men draw on a bank where they have no account.
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You are Beautiful when you are happy.
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When our eyes met, I felt that I was growing pale. A curious sensation of terror came over me. 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.
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Whenever cannibals are on the brink of starvation, Heaven, in its infinite mercy, sends them a fat missionary.
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This ghastly state of things is what you call Bunburying, I suppose? Algernon. Yes, and a perfectly wonderful Bunbury it is. The most wonderful Bunbury I have ever had in my life. Jack. Well, you've no right whatsoever to Bunbury here. Algernon. That is absurd. One has a right to Bunbury anywhere one chooses. Every serious Bunburyist knows that.