Eighteen years," laughed Dorian Gray, with a touch of triumph in his voice. "Eighteen years! Set me under the lamp and look at my face!

Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde

Profession: Dramatist
Nationality: Irish

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What was the use of knowing? If the thing was true, it was terrible.

Never trust a woman who wears mauve.

How clever are you, my dear! You never mean a single word you say!

Each of us has heaven and hell in him...

He wanted to escape from himself.

I quite admit that modern novels have many good points. All I insist on is that, as a class, they are quite unreadable.

Of all people in the world the English have the least sense of the beauty of literature.

A man who marries without knowing Bunbury has a very tedious time of it.

Out of its secret hiding-place had crept his soul, and desire had come to meet it on the way.

But do let us go. Dorian, you must not stay here any longer. It is not good for one's morals to see bad acting.

Memory, my dear Cecily, is the diary that we all carry about with us. Yes, but it usually chronicles the things that have never happened, and couldn't possibly have happened. I believe that Memory is responsible for nearly all the three-volume novels that Mudie sends us.

Look, look! cried the Tree, the rose is finished now; but the Nightingale made no answer, for she was lying dead in the long grass, with the thorn in her heart.

I can not help feeling that it is a mistake to think that the passion one feels in creation is ever really shown in the work one creates. Art is always more abstract than we fancy. Form and color tell us of form and color-that is all. It often seems to me that art conceals the artist more completely than it ever reveals hi m.

Women treat us just as humanity treats its gods. They worship us, and are always bothering us to do something for them.