As a rule, people who act lead the most commonplace lives. They are good husbands, or faithful wives, or something tedious...How different Sibyl was! She lived her finest tragedy.

Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde

Profession: Dramatist
Nationality: Irish

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I often wonder what would have happened to those in pain if, instead of Christ, there had been a Christian.

And the mind of the thoroughly well-informed man is a dreadful thing.

The best way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it.

I know he likes me. Of course I flatter him dreadfully. I find a strange pleasure in saying things to him that I know I shall be sorry for having said.

Why is it that at a bachelor's establishment the servants invariably drink the champagne? I ask merely for information. Lane. I attribute it to the superior quality of the wine, sir. I have often observed that in married households the champagne is rarely of a first-rate brand.

Our ambition should be to rule ourselves, the true kingdom for each one of us; and true progress is to know more, and be more, and to do more.

The people who have adored me-- there have not been very many, but there have been some-- have always insisted on living on, long after I had ceased to care for them, or they to care for me.

The note of the perfect personality is not rebellion, but peace.

Sometimes, the unnecessary is necessary.

Those who see any difference between soul and body have neither.

Then you are quite behind the age, said the Water-rat. Every good story-teller nowadays starts with the end, and then goes on to the beginning, and concludes with the middle.

Why should there be one law for men, and another for women?

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.

Our proverbs want rewriting. They were made in winter, and it is summer now; spring-time for me, I think, a very dance of blossoms in blue skies.