Oscar Wilde Quotes
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Young people, nowadays, imagine that money is everything, and when they grow older they know it.
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Everybody in American seems in a rush to catch a train.
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There is nothing in the whole world so unbecoming to a woman as a Nonconformist conscience.
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In England it is enough for a man to try and produce any serious, beautiful work to lose all his rights as a citizen.
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He would stab his best friend for the sake of writing an epigram on his tombstone.
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They flaunt their conjugal felicity in one's face, as if it were the most fascinating of sins.
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Men of thoughts should have nothing to do with action.
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I tremble with pleasure when I think that on the very day of my leaving prison both the laburnum and the lilac will be blooming in the gardens, and that I shall see the wind stir into restless beauty the swaying gold of the one, and make the other toss the pale purple of its plumes, so that all the air shall be Arabia for me.
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I am too fond of reading books to care to write them.
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Industry is the root of all ugliness.
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Come down, O Christ, and help me! reach thy hand, For I am drowning in a stormier sea Than Simon on thy lake of Galilee.
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Being natural is simply a pose, and the most irritating pose I know.
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There is a tiny yellow daffodil, The butterfly can see it from afar, Although one summer evening's dew could fill Its little cup twice over, ere the star Had called the lazy shepherd to his fold, And be no prodigal.
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Art persists, it timelessly continues.
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Dear Prince, I must leave you, but I will never forget you, and next spring I will bring you back two beautiful jewels in place of those you have given away. The ruby shall be redder than a red rose, and the sapphire shall be as blue as the great sea.
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The form of government that is most suitable to the artist is no government at all. Authority over him and his art is ridiculous.
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There were moments when he looked on evil simply as a mode through which he could realize his conception of the beautiful.
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At six o'clock we cleaned our cells, At seven all was still, But the sough and swing of a mighty wing The prison seemed to fill, For the Lord of Death with icy breath Had entered in to kill.
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It is love, and not German philosophy, that is the true explanation of the world, whatever may be the explanation of the next.
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Ethics, like natural selection, make existence possible. Aesthetics, like sensual selection, make life lovely and wonderful, fill it with new forms, and give it progress, and variety and change.
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The tragedy of growing old is not that one is old but that one is young.
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All criticism is a form of autobiography.
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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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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.