Oscar Wilde Quotes
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I delight in men over seventy. They always offer one the devotion of a lifetime.
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A really well-made buttonhole is the only link between Art and Nature.
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I am sick to death of cleverness. Everybody is clever nowadays.
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If only the picture could grow old, and I stay young. For that...for that, I would give my SOUL for that.
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Through our sunless lanes creeps Poverty with her hungry eyes, and Sin with his sodden face follows close behind her. Misery wakes us in the morning and Shame sits with us at night.
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To regret one’s own experiences is to arrest one’s own development. To deny one’s own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of one’s own life. It is no less than a denial of the soul.
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I suppose society is wonderfully delightful. To be in it is merely a bore. But to be out of it is simply a tragedy.
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George Moore leads his readers to the latrine and locks them in.
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Beauty has as many meanings as man has moods. Beauty is the symbol of symbols. Beauty reveals everything, because it expresses nothing. When it shows us itself, it shows us the whole fiery-coloured world.
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Simple pleasures are always the last refuge of the complex.
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I wrote when I did not know life; now that I do know the meaning of life, I have no more to write. Life cannot be written; life can only be lived.
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Without order nothing can exist-without chaos nothing can evolve. Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing.
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One's past is what one is. It is the only way by which people should be judged.
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I want to be good. I can't bear the idea of my soul being hideous.
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Youth is the only thing worth having. When I find that I am growing old, I shall kill myself.
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And once, or twice, to throw the dice is a gentlemanly game, But he does not win who plays with Sin in the secret house of shame.
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In war," answered the weaver, "the strong make slaves of the weak, and in peace the rich make slaves of the poor. We must work to live, and they give us such mean wages that we die. We toil for them all day long, and they heap up gold in their coffers, and our children fade away before their time, and the faces of those we love become hard and evil. We tread out the grapes, another drinks the wine. We sow the corn, and our own board is empty. We have chains, though no eye beholds them; and are slaves, though men call us free.
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Faithfulness is to the emotional life what consistency is to the life of the intellect - simply a confession of failures.
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Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about.
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Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.
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Nothing is so aggravating than calmness.
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The answers are all out there, we just need to ask the right questions.
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Laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship, and it is far the best ending for one.
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Never love anyone who treats you like you're ordinary.