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
If it is not nailed to the floor, it's mine. If I can pry it loose, it is not nailed down.
Life is like a box of terrible analogies...
What the hell is an oboe?
Public opinion exists only where there are no ideas.
Greek dress was in its essence inartistic. Nothing should reveal the body but the body.
I like my food dry. Not sick, not even dying, dead.
There is no necessity to separate the monarch from the mob; all authority is equally bad.
One's past is what one is. It is the only way by which people should be judged.
Death and vulgarity are the only two facts in the nineteenth century that one cannot explain away.
She...can talk brillantly upon any subject provided she knows nothing about it.
There are moments when one has to choose between living one's own life, fully, entirely, completely-or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands.
Be yourself; everyone else is taken.
Selfishness is not living your life as you wish to live it. Selfishness is wanting others to live their lives as you wish them to.
Appearance blinds, whereas words reveal.