Oscar Wilde Quotes
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It is a very dangerous thing to know one’s friends.
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In art, the public accept what has been, because they cannot alter it, not because they appreciate it. They swallow their classics whole, and never taste them.
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The only one you need in your life is that person who shows you he needs you in his.
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It takes great deal of courage to see the world in all its tainted glory, and still to love it.
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M. Zola is determined to show that, if he has not got genius, he can at least be dull.
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Examinations, are pure humbug from beginning to end. If a man is a gentleman, he knows quite enough, and if he is not a gentleman, whatever he knows is bad for him.
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I like my food dry. Not sick, not even dying, dead.
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I believe it is customary in good society to take some slight refreshment at five o'clock.
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The sky was pure opal now.
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He had uttered a mad wish that he himself might remain untarnished, and the face on the canvas bear the burden of his passions and his sins; that the painted image might be seared with the lines of suffering and thought, and that he might keep all the delicate bloom and loveliness of his then just conscious boyhood.
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What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise in the future. But only if we set out to make this true and anticipate it so we look for the blessings until we find them.
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You can't possibly ask me to go without having some dinner. It's absurd. I never go without my dinner. No one ever does, except vegetarians and people like that.
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As yet, Bernard Shaw hasn't become prominent enough to have any enemies, but none of his friends like him.
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A glass of absinthe is as poetical as anything in the world. What difference is there between a glass of absinthe and a sunset?
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American girls are as clever at concealing their parents as English women are at concealing their past.
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To make men Socialists is nothing, but to make Socialism human is a great thing.
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The man had killed the thing he loved, And so he had to die.
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The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her.
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I now see that sorrow, being the supreme emotion of which man is capable, is at once the type and test of all great art.
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We who live in prison, and in whose lives there is no event but sorrow, have to measure time by throbs of pain, and the record of bitter moments.
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An actor is part illusionist, part artist, part ham.
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Society takes upon itself the right to inflict appalling punishment on the individual, but it also has the supreme vice of shallowness, and fails to realize what it has done. When the man's punishment is over, it leaves him to himself; that is to say, it abandons him at the very moment when its highest duty towards him begins.
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All the spring may be hidden in the single bud, and the low ground nest of the lark may hold the joy that is to herald the feet of many rose-red dawns.
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Truth is independent of facts always.