Oscar Wilde Quotes
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Surely Love is a wonderful thing. It is more precious than emeralds, and dearer than fine opals. Pearls and pomegranates cannot buy it, nor is it set forth in the marketplace. It may not be purchased of the merchants, for can it be weighed out in the balance for gold.
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I threw the pearl of my soul into a cup of wine. I went down the primrose path to the sound of flutes. I lived on honeycomb.
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If you cannot write well, you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, others will do your thinking for you.
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The moment that an artist takes notice of what other people want, and tries to supply the demand, he ceases to be an artist.
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Sometime you will find, even as I have found, that there is no such thing as romantic experience; there are romantic memories, and there is the desire of romance- that is all. Our most fiery moments of ecstasy are merely shadows of what somewhere else we have felt, or of what we long someday to feel.
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An egg is always an adventure; the next one may be different.
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California is an Italy without its art.
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No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything.
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He wanted to be where no one would know who he was. He wanted to escape from himself.
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When I think of all the harm the Bible has done, I despair of ever writing anything to equal it.
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A woman will flirt with anybody in the world as long as other people are looking on.
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When I had to fill in my immigration papers, I gave my age as 19, and my profession as genius; I added that I had nothing to declare except my talent.
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The sign of a Philistine age is the cry of immorality against art.
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As one reads history, not in the expurgated editions written for schoolboys and passmen, but in the original authorities of each time, one is absolutely sickened, not by the crimes that the wicked have committed, but by the punishments that the good have inflicted; and a community is infinitely more brutalised by the habitual employment of punishment than it is by the occasional occurrence of crime.
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I would not a bit mind sleeping in the cool grass in summer, and when winter came on sheltering myself by the warm close-thatched rick, or under the penthouse of a great barn, provided I had love in my heart.
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Missionaries are going to reform the world whether it wants to or not.
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I was very much disappointed in the Atlantic Ocean.
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How else but through a broken heartMay Lord Christ enter in?
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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 don't want money. It is only people who pay their bills who want that, and I never pay mine.
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I never change, except in my affections.
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She behaves as if she was beautiful. Most American women do. It is the secret of their charm.
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You know we poor artists have to show ourselves in society from time to time, just to remind the public that we are not savages.
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Life is too short to learn German.