Oscar Wilde Quotes
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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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I never came across anyone in whom the moral sense was dominant who was not heartless, cruel, vindictive, log-stupid, and entirely lacking in the smallest sense of humanity. Moral people, as they are termed, are simple beasts.
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One should either be a work of art, or wear a work of art.
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Missionaries are going to reform the world whether it wants to or not.
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No work of art ever puts forward views. Views belong to people who are not artists.
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Chrysanthemums from gilded argosy Unload their gaudy senseless merchandise.
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Rugby is a game for barbarians played by gentlemen. Football is a game for gentlemen played by barbarians.
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There is nothing in the whole world so unbecoming to a woman as a Nonconformist conscience.
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If property had simply pleasures, we could stand it; but its duties make it unbearable. In the interest of the rich we must get rid of it.
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There are moments when art attains almost to the dignity of manual labor.
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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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Shakespeare might have met Rosencrantz and Guildenstern in the white streets of London, or seen the serving-men of rival houses bite their thumbs at each other in the open square; but Hamlet came out of his soul, and Romeo out of his passion.
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And, by the way, one of the most delightful things I find in America is meeting a people without prejudice — everywhere open to the truth.
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Ah, on what little things does happiness depend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want of a red rose is my life made wretched.
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God is love, love is blind, Stevie Wonder is blind, therefore Stevie Wonder is God.
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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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Art persists, it timelessly continues.
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The fatal errors of life are not due to man's being unreasonable: an unreasonable moment may be one's finest moment. They are due to man's being logical.
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If I am occasionally a little over-dressed, I make up for it by being always immensely over-educated.
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Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?
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But she is happiest alone. She is happiest alone.
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Industry is the root of all ugliness.
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He is some brainless, beautiful creature, who should always be here in winter when we have no flowers to look at, and always here in the summer when we want something to chill our intelligence.
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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.