The tulip-beds across the road flamed like throbbing rings of fire. A white dust, tremulous cloud of orris-root it seemed, hung in the panting air. The brightly coloured parasols danced and dipped lik monstrous butterflies.

Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde

Profession: Dramatist
Nationality: Irish

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A new Hedonism that was to recreate life and to save it from that harsh uncomely puritanism that is having, in our own day, its curious revival. It was to have its service of the intellect, certainly, yet it was never to accept any theory or system that would involve the sacrifice of any mode of passionate experience.

Nowadays a broken heart will run to many editions.

She lacks the indefinable charm of weakness. It is the feet of clay that make the gold of the image precious.

To become a spectator of one's own life is to escape the suffering of life.

I have a business appointment that I am anxious... to miss.

And if life be, as it surely is, a problem to me, I am no less a problem to life.

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

It is a sad truth, but we have lost the faculty of giving lovely names to things. Names are everything. I never quarrel with actions. My one quarrel is with words.

I don't play accurately--any one can play accurately--but I play with wonderful expression. As far as the piano is concerned, sentiment is my forte. I keep science for Life.

Your mysterious young friend, whose name you have never told me, but whose picture really fascinates me, never thinks.

Dear little Swallow, said the Prince, you tell me of marvellous things, but more marvellous than anything is the suffering of men and of women. There is no Mystery so great as Misery.

But beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face.

When I am in trouble, eating is the only thing that consoles me.

One's real life is so often the life that one does not lead.