Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face.

Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde

Profession: Dramatist
Nationality: Irish

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The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me.

There was a look of fear in his eyes, such as people have when they are suddenly awakened.

In England, an inventor is regarded almost as a crazy man, and in too many instances, invention ends in disappointment and poverty. In America, an inventor is honoured, help is forthcoming, and the exercise of ingenuity, the application of science to the work of man, is there the shortest road to wealth.

What would you say, Harry, if I told you that I had murdered Basil?" said the younger man. He watched him intently after he had spoken.

I am one of those who are made for exceptions, not for laws. But while I see that there is nothing wrong in what one does, I see that there is something wrong in what one becomes.

There is such a thing as robbing a story of its reality by trying to make it too true...

Mediæval art is charming, but mediæval emotions are out of date. One can use them in fiction, of course; but then the only things that one can use in fiction are the only things that one has ceased to use in fact.

Or that passion to act a part that sometimes makes us do things finer than we are ourselves?

Bronze-limbed and well-knit, like a statue wrought by a Grecian, he stood on the sand with his back to the moon, and out of the foam came white arms that beckoned to him, and out of the waves rose dim forms that did him homage. Before him lay his shadow, which was the body of his Soul, and behind him hung the moon in the honey-coloured air.

The man had killed the thing he loved, And so he had to die. Yet each man kills the thing he loves, By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword!

All right, Uncle George, I'll tell her, but it won't have any effect. Philanthropic people lose all sense of humanity. It is their distinguishing characteristic.

I think you are wrong, Basil, but I won't argue with you. It is only the intellectually lost who ever argue.

When I leave town now I never tell my people where I am going. If I did, I would lose all my pleasure. it is a silly habit, I dare say, but somehow it seems to bring a great deal of romance into one's life.

If people are dishonest once, they will be dishonest a second time. And honest people should keep away from them.