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 artists exist simply in what they make, and consequently are perfectly uninteresting in what they are.
Pardon me, you are not engaged to any one. When you do become engaged to some one, I, or your father, should his health permit him, will inform you of the fact. An engagement should come on a young girl as a surprise, pleasant or unpleasant, as the case may be. It is hardly a matter that she could be allowed to arrange for herself.
I love talking about nothing. It is the only thing I know anything about.
One can give a really unbiased opinion only about things that do not interest one
I appropriate what is already mine, for once a thing is published it becomes public property
No, Ernest, don't talk about action. It is the last resource of those who know not how to dream.
The Americans are certainly hero-worshippers, and always take their heroes from the criminal classes.
Conscience and cowardice are really the same things. Conscience is the trade-name of the firm. That is all.
Talk to every woman as if you loved her, and to every man as if he bored you, and at the end of your first season you will have the reputation of possessing the most perfect social tact
All religious organizations exist to sell themselves to the rich.
I knew that I had come face to face with some one whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself.
They afterwards took me to a dancing saloon where I saw the only rational method of art criticism I have ever come across. Over the piano was printed a notice- 'Please do not shoot the pianist. He is doing his best.'
Charity, dear Miss Prism, charity! None of us are perfect. I myself am peculiarly susceptible to draughts.
Caricature is the tribute that mediocrity pays to genius.