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The ugly and stupid have the best of it in this world. They can sit at their ease and gape at the play. If they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat. They live as we all should live-- undisturbed, indifferent, and without disquiet. They never bring ruin upon others, nor ever receive it from alien hands. Your rank and wealth, Henry; my brains, such as they are-- my art, whatever it may be worth; Dorian Gray's good looks-- we shall all suffer for what the gods have given us, suffer terribly.
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I don't like Switzerland; it has produced nothing but theologians and waiters.
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When I was young, I was no one. Now, I'm worldwilde.
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He wants to enslave you. I shudder at the thought of being free.
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The worst of having a romance of any kind is that it leaves one so unromantic.
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He watched it with that strange interest in trivial things that we try to develop when things of high import make us afraid, or when we are stirred by some new emotion for which we cannot find expression...
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Well I won't argue about the matter. You always want to argue about things. That is exactly what things were originally made for.
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It is that deep spiritual affection that is as pure as it is perfect. It is beautiful, it is fine, it is the noblest form of affection. There is nothing unnatural about it.
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But she is happiest alone. She is happiest alone.
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She wore far too much rouge last night and not quite enough clothes. That is always a sign of despair in a woman.
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Nature is a wet place where large numbers of ducks fly overhead uncooked.
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Young people, nowadays, imagine that money is everything, and when they grow older they know it.
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Anybody can sympathize with the sufferings of a friend, but it requires a very fine nature it requires, in fact, that nature of a true Individualist to sympathize with a friend's success.
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Anybody can have common sense, provided that they have no imagination.
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I played with an idea, and grew willful; tossed it into the air; transformed it; let it escape and recaptured it; made it iridescent with fancy, and winged it with paradox.
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Oh, how I vainly wished to the bearded man in the sky that I was Neapolitan. Why? So I could bring in a fine Neapolitan pest control to help with Queensberry's problem before it gets out of hand.
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Taking sides is the beginning of sincerity, and earnestness follows shortly afterwards, and the human being becomes a bore.
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It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.
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One should either be a work of art, or wear a work of art.
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The poet is the supreme artist, for he is the master of colour and of form, and the real musician besides, and is lord over all life and all arts.
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She...can talk brillantly upon any subject provided she knows nothing about it.
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The English public, as a mass, takes no interest in a work of art until it is told that the work in question is immoral.
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Philosophies fall away like sand, and creeds follow on another like the withered leaves of Autumn.
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The fact is, the public make use of the classics of a country as a means of checking the progress of Art. They degrade the classics into authorities. They use them as bludgeons for preventing the free expression of Beauty in new forms.