I knew nothing but shadows and I thoug.. Oscar Wilde

I knew nothing but shadows and I thought them to be real.

Oscar Wilde

Profession: Dramatist
Nationality: Irish

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We Irish are too poetical to be poets; we are a nation of brilliant failures, but we are the greatest talkers since the Greeks.

No woman should ever be quite accurate about her age. It looks so calculating.

Good havens! I suppose a man may eat his own muffin in his own garden.

The ancient historians gave us delightful fiction in the form of fact; the modern novelist presents us with dull facts under the guise of fiction.

Anything approaching to the free play of the mind is practically unknown amongst us. People cry out against the sinner, yet it is not the sinful but the stupid who are our shame. There is no sin except stupidity.

But the picture? What was he to say of that? It held the secret of his life, and told his story. It had taught him to love his own beauty. Would it teach him to loathe his own soul? Would he ever look at it again?

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

Art is rarely intelligible to the criminal classes.

Sooner or later we have all to pay for what we do.

One cannot always keep an adder in one's breast to feed one, nor rise up every night to sow thorns in the garden of one's soul.

There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.

A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want?

But the happiness of a married man, my dear Gerald, depends on the people he has not married.

My own personality has become a burden to me. I want to escape, to go away, to forget.

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