Long engagements give people the opportunity of finding out each other's character before marriage, which is never advisable.

Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde

Profession: Dramatist
Nationality: Irish

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Ah! it is so easy to convert others. It is so difficult to convert oneself. To arrive at what one really believes, one must speak through lips different from one's own. To know the truth one must imagine myriads of falsehoods.

I wrote when I did not know life. Now that I know life, I have no more to write.

Yesterday evening Mrs. Arundel insisted on my going to the window, and looking at the glorious sky, as she called it. Of course I had to look at it. She is one of those absurdly pretty Philistines to whom one can deny nothing. And what was it? It was simply a very second-rate Turner, a Turner of a bad period.

The family as subversive of true socialistic and communal unity is to be annihilated. Yes, President, I agree completely with Article 5. A family is a terrible incumbrance, especially when one is not married.

And yet it was not the mystery, but the comedy of suffering that struck him; its absolute uselessness, its grotesque want of meaning. How incoherent everything seemed! How lacking in all harmony! He was amazed at the discord between the shallow optimism of the day, and the real facts of existence. He was still very young.

Then commit them over again," he said gravely. "To get back one's youth, one has merely to repeat one's follies.

It is rarely in the world's history that its ideal has been one of joy and beauty. The worship of pain has far more often dominated the world.

Your days are your sonnets.

If we're always guided by other people's thoughts, what's the point in having our own?

Of course, I should have got rid of you. I should have shaken you out of my life as a man shakes from his raiment a thing that has stung him.

If the caveman had known how to laugh, history would have been different.

Duty is what one expects from others, it is not what one does oneself.

I can now recreate life in a way that was hidden from me before.

Whose house is that, Constable?