Oscar Wilde Quotes
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But she is happiest alone. She is happiest alone.
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With an evening coat and a white tie, anybody, even a stock broker, can gain a reputation for being civilized.
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I love the French language... it's a delightful language, especially to curse with. It's like whopping your ass with silk.
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God is love, love is blind, Stevie Wonder is blind, therefore Stevie Wonder is God.
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A bishop keeps on saying at the age of eighty what he was told to say at the age of eighteen.
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Society produces rogues, and education makes one rogue cleverer than another.
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There were opium-dens, where one could buy oblivion, dens of horror where the memory of old sins could be destroyed by the madness of sins that were new.
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Beauty is a form of Genius — is higher, indeed, than Genius, as it needs no explanation. It is one of the great facts of the world, like sunlight, or springtime, or the reflection in the dark waters of that silver shell we call the moon. It cannot be questioned. It has divine right of sovereignty. It makes princes of those who have it.
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From the point of view of literature Mr. Kipling is a genius who drops his aspirates. From the point of view of life, he is a reporter who knows vulgarity better than any one has ever known it.
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Really, this horrid House of Commons quite ruins our husbands for us. I think the Lower House by far the greatest blow to a happy married life that there has been since that terrible thing called the Higher Education of Women was invented.
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Even now I cannot help feeling that it is a mistake to think that the passion one feels in creation is ever really shown in the work one creates.
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The whole theory of modern education is radically unsound. Fortunately in England, at any rate, education produces no effect whatsoever. If it did, it would prove a serious danger to the upper classes, and probably lead to acts of violence.
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Is it thy will that I should wax and wane, Barter my cloth of gold for hodden grey, And at thy pleasure weave that web of pain Whose brightest threads are each a wasted day?
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Lord Illingworth told me this morning that there was an orchid there as beautiful as the seven deadly sins.
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And the marvellous rose became crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart.
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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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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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We have little time and lots to do, lets take time for everything we do.
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One pale woman all alone, The daylight kissing her wan hair, Loitered beneath the gas lamps' flare, With lips of flame and heart of stone.
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It is not wise to find symbols in everything that one sees. It makes life too full of terrors.
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Every man of ambition has to fight his century with its own weapons. What this century worships is wealth. The God of this century is wealth. To succeed one must have wealth. At all costs one must have wealth.
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London is full of women who trust their husbands. One can always recognize them. They look so thoroughly unhappy.
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I analyzed you, though you did not adore me.
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What the hell is an oboe?