Oscar Wilde Quotes
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He is fond of being misunderstood. It gives him a post of vantage.
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It is curious how vanity helps the successful man and wrecks the failure.
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Don't use big words. They mean so little.
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I hate people who are not serious about meals. It is so shallow of them.
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An idea that is not dangerous is unworthy of being called an idea at all.
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I worshipped you too much. I am punished for it. You worshipped yourself too much. We are both punished.
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I forgot that every little action of the common day makes or unmakes character, and that therefore what one has done in the secret chamber one has some day to cry aloud on the house-tops.
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There are works which wait, and which one does not understand for a long time; the reason is that they bring answers to questions which have not yet been raised; for the question often arrives a terribly long time after the answer.
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Clergymen and people who use phrases without wisdom sometimes talk of suffering as a mystery. It is really a revelation.
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I find that forgiving one's enemies is a most curious morbid pleasure; perhaps I should check it.
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Perhaps in nearly every joy, as certainly in every pleasure, cruelty has its place.
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If a man needs an elaborate tombstone in order to remain in the memory of his country, it is clear that his living at all was an act of absolute superfluity.
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It's not whether you win or lose, it's how you place the blame.
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I should have remembered that when one is going to lead an entirely new life, one requires regular and wholesome meals.
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America has never quite forgiven Europe for having been discovered somewhat earlier in history than itself.
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Young people, nowadays, imagine that money is everything, and when they grow older they know it.
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You and I will always be friends. Yet you poisoned me with a book once. I should not forgive that.
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There is nothing that art cannot express.
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It is not the perfect, but the imperfect, who have need of love.
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Yes; poor Bunbury is a dreadful invalid. Well, I must say, Algernon, that I think it is high time that Mr. Bunbury made up his mind whether he was going to live or to die. This shillyshallying with the question is absurd.
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On an occasion of this kind it becomes more than a moral duty to speak one's mind. It becomes a pleasure.
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No work of art ever puts forward views. Views belong to people who are not artists.
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Most of our modern portrait painters are doomed to absolute oblivion. They never paint what they see. They paint what the public sees, and the public never sees anything.
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Always! That is a dreadful word. It makes me shudder when I hear it. Women are so fond of using it. They spoil every romance by trying to make it last forever. It is a meaningless word, too. The only difference between a caprice and a life-long passion is that the caprice lasts a little longer.