Oscar Wilde
Oscar Wilde
Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wildewas an Irish playwright, novelist, essayist, and poet. After writing in different forms throughout the 1880s, he became one of London's most popular playwrights in the early 1890s. He is remembered for his epigrams, his novel The Picture of Dorian Gray, his plays, as well as the circumstances of his imprisonment and early death...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth16 October 1854
CityDublin, Ireland
CountryIreland
Good taste is the excuse I have given for leading such a bad life.
Imagination is a quality given a man to compensate him for what he is not, and a sense of humor was provided to console him for what he is.
Indeed, in many respects she was quite English and was an excellent example of the fact that we have really everything in common with America nowadays, except, of course, the language
Taking sides is the beginning of sincerity, and earnestness follows shortly afterwards, and the human being becomes a bore.
The only things one never regrets are one's mistakes.
When both a speaker and an audience are confused, the speech is profound.
There is something tragic about the enormous number of young men there are in England at the present moment who start life with perfect profiles, and end by adopting some useful profession.
Absolute catholicity of taste is not without its dangers. It is only an auctioneer who should admire all schools of art.
History is merely gossip
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.
The value of an idea has nothing whatever to do with the sincerity of the man who expresses it.
The fact is, that civilization requires slaves. Human slavery is wrong, insecure, and demoralizing. On mechanical slavery, on the slavery of the machine, the future of the world depends.
The body sins once, and has done with its sin, for action is a mode of purification. Nothing remains then but the recollection of a pleasure, or the luxury of a regret.
I can sympathize with everything, except suffering.