The best way to appreciate your job is to imagine yourself without one.

Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde

Profession: Dramatist
Nationality: Irish

Some suggestions for you :

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.

I think little of pen and ink in revolutions.

There is no such thing as a moral or immoral book. Books are well-written, or badly written. That is all.

Lord Henry elevated his eyebrows and looked at him in amazement through the thin blue wreaths of smoke that curled up in such fanciful.

You seem to forget that I am married, and the one charm of marriage is that it makes a life of deception absolutely necessary for both parties.

I think it's very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person.

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.

I don't know that women are always rewarded for being charming. I think they are usually punished for it!

If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.

I should fancy, however, that murder is always a mistake. One should never do anything that one cannot talk about after dinner.

Nowadays, with our modern mania for morality, everyone has to pose as a paragon of purity, incorruptibility, and all the other seven deadly virtues. And what is the result? You all go over like ninepins—one after the other.

I turned halfway round, and saw Dorian Gray for the first time. When our eyes met, I felt that I was growing pale. A curious sensation of terror came over me. I knew that I had come face to face with someone whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself.

A cold rain began to fall, and the blurred street-lamps looked ghastly in the dripping mist. The public-houses were just closing, and dim men and women were clustering in broken groups round their doors. From some of the bars came the sound of horrible laughter. In others, drunkards brawled and screamed.

The first duty in life is to be as artificial as possible. What the second duty is no one has as yet discovered.