Oscar Wilde Quotes
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It's not whether you win or lose, it's how you place the blame.
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Life! Life! Don't let us go to life for our fulfillment or our experience. It is a thing narrowed by circumstances, incoherent in its utterance, and without that fine correspondence of form and spirit which is the only thing that can satisfy the artistic.
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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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Well, in the first place girls never marry the men they flirt with. Girls don't think it right.
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The growing influence of women is the one reassuring thing in our political life.
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Life! Life! Don't let us go to life for our fulfilment or our experience. Life makes us pay too high a price for its wares, and we purchase the meanest of its secrets at a cost that is monstrous and infinite.
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Perhaps one never seems so much at ones ease as when one has to play a part.
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Anybody can sympathise with all the sufferings of the pal, nevertheless it involves an extremely great mother nature to sympathise by using a friend's achievement.
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Christ did not die to save people, but to teach people how to save each other. This is, I have no doubt, a grave heresy, but it is also a fact.
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The evolution of man is slow. The injustice of men is great.
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An ordinary man away from home giving advice.
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No theory of life seemed to him to be of any importance compared with life itself.
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Believe me, no civilized man ever regrets a pleasure, and no uncivilized man ever knows what a pleasure is.
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In his very rejection of art Walt Whitman is an artist. He tried to produce a certain effect by certain means and he succeeded....He stands apart, and the chief value of his work is in its prophecy, not in its performance. He has begun a prelude to larger themes. He is the herald to a new era. As a man he is the precursor of a fresh type. He is a factor in the heroic and spiritual evolution of the human being. If Poetry has passed him by, Philosophy will take note of him.
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I hate vulgar realism in literature. The man who would call a spade a spade should be compelled to use one.
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And suddenly the moon withdraws her sickle from the lightening skies, and to her sombre cavern flies, wrapped in a veil of yellow gauze.
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He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realize.
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When one is in town one amuses oneself. When one is in the country one amuses other people. It is excessively boring.
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Never buy a thing you don't want merely because it is dear.
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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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Every woman is wrong until she cries.
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The soul is a terrible reality. It can be bought and sold and bartered away.
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Discontent is the first step in the progress of a man or a nation.
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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.