Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them.

Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde

Profession: Dramatist
Nationality: Irish

Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive t.. Oscar Wilde

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You can dine with me to-night, Dorian, can't you? He shook his head. To-night she is Imogen, he answered, and to-morrow night she will be Juliet. When is she Sibyl Vane? Never. I congratulate you.

When critics disagree, the artist is in accord with himself. We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely. All art is quite useless.

She is very clever, too clever for a woman. She lacks the indefinable charm of weakness.

There were opiates for remorse, drugs that could lull the moral sense to sleep. But here was a visible symbol of the degradation of sin. Here was an ever-present sign of the ruin men brought upon their souls. Three o'clock struck, and four, and the half-hour rang its double chime, but Dorian Gray did not stir.

You never say a moral thing, and you never do a wrong thing. Your cynicism is simply a pose.

When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.

The dim roar of London was like the bourdon note of a distant organ.

But strange that I was not told That the brain can hold In a tiny ivory cell God's heaven and hell.

Miss Prim says that all good looks are a snare.' 'They are a snare that every sensible man would like to be caught in.' 'Oh, I don't think I would care to catch a sensible man. I shouldn't know what to talk to him about.

Death is the only thing that ever terrifies me. I hate it." "Why?" said the younger man wearily. "Because," said Lord Henry, passing beneath his nostrils the gilt trellis of an open vinaigrette box, "one can survive everything nowadays except that.

When I see a spade I call it a spade.

I left her in the forest of Arden; I shall find her in an orchard in Verona.

Women represent the triumph of matter over mind, just as men represent the triumph of mind over morals.

No, we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.