Oscar Wilde Quotes
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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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If one could only teach the English how to talk, and the Irish how to listen, society here would be quite civilized.
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Never met such a Gorgon . . . I don't really know what a Gorgon is like, but I am quite sure that Lady Bracknell is one. In any case, she is a monster, without being a myth, which is rather unfair.
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In old days men had the rack. Now they have the press.
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Each little thing that we do passes into the great machine of life which may grind our virtues to powder and make them worthless, or transform our sins into elements of a new civilization, more marvelous and more splendid than any that has gone before.
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Man is many things, but he is not rational.
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Memory, like a horrible malady, was eating his soul away.
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Good resolutions are simply checks that men draw on a bank where they have no account.
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To toil for a hard master is bitter, but to have no master to toil for is more bitter still.
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I made your sorrow mine also, that you might have help in bearing it.
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When I like people immensely I never tell their names to anyone. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy.
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To have friends, you know, one need only be good-natured; but when a man has no enemy left there must be something mean about him.
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He must have a truly romantic nature, for he weeps when there is nothing at all to weep about.
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Oh! I don't think I would like to catch a sensible man. I shouldn't know what to talk to him about.
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I didn't say I liked it Harry. I said it fascinated me. There is a great difference.
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Conscience and cowardice are really the same things. Conscience is the trade-name of the firm. That is all.
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What art seeks to disturb is monotony of type, slavery of custom, tyranny of habit, and the reduction of man to the level of a machine.
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Punctuality is the thief of time.
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Like all people who try to exhaust a subject, he exhausted his listeners.
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A man who marries without knowing Bunbury has a very tedious time of it.
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With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?
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Prosperity, pleasure and success, may be rough of grain and common in fibre, but sorrow is the most sensitive of all created things. There is nothing that stirs in the whole world of thought to which sorrow does not vibrate in terrible and exquisite pulsation. The thin beaten-out leaf of tremulous gold that chronicles the direction of forces the eye cannot see is in comparison coarse. It is a wound that bleeds when any hand but that of love touches it, and even then must bleed again, though not in pain.
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Liberty is the chosen resort of the artistic shopper.
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True contentment is not having everything, but in being satisfied with everything you have.