“Worlds had to be in travail, that the meanest flower might blow. . . .” — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
And when wind and winter harden All the loveless land, It will whisper of the garden, You will understand. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Chrysanthemums from gilded argosy Unload their gaudy senseless merchandise. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Let me be dressed as I will, yet flies worms and flowers exceed me still. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Yes, the lad was premature. He was gathering his harvest while it was yet spring.” — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses but in all my garden there is no… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“One cannot always keep an adder in one's breast to feed one, nor rise up every night to sow thorns in the… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. It would be horribly selfish if it wanted… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
I envy you going to Oxford: it is the most flower-like time of one's life. One sees the shadow of things in… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“His nature had developed like a flower, had borne blossoms of scarlet flame. Out of its secret hiding-place had crept his Soul,… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Then I feel, Harry, that I have given away my whole soul to some one who treats it as if it were… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses," cried the young Student; "but in all my… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
He is some brainless, beautiful creature, who should always be here in winter when we have no flowers to look at, and… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
And all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of Spring, And the rose-bud breaks into pink on the climbing… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Then I feel, Harry, that I have given away my whole soul to someone who treats it as if it were a… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Far away beyond the pine-woods,' he answered, in a low dreamy voice, 'there is a little garden. There the grass grows long… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
The great events of life often leave one unmoved; they pass out of consciousness, and, when thinks of them, become unreal. Even… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
My sweet rose, my delicate flower, my lily of lilies, it is perhaps in prison that I am going to test the… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Of course to one so modern as I am, 'Enfant de mon siècle,’ merely to look at the world will be always… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“I know a flower that grows in the valley, none knows it but I. It has purple leaves, and a star in… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“I have given away my whole soul to some one who treats it as if it were a flower to put in… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Keen winter stabs the breasts of May Whose crimson roses burst his frost, Ships tempest-tossed Will find a harbour in some bay,… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
The books that the world calls immoral are the books that show the world its own shame. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share
Bachelors should be heavily taxed. It is not fair that some men should be happier than others — Oscar Wilde Copy Share
“Basil my dear boy puts everything that is charming in him into his work. The consequence is that he has nothing left for life… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share
I don't at all like knowing what people say of me behind my back. It makes me far too conceited. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share
“If these elements of beauty are real, the whole thing simply appeals to our sense of dramatic effect. Suddenly we find that we are… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share
“Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.” — Oscar Wilde Copy Share
Men always want to be a womans first love. Women have a more subtle instinct: What they like is to be a mans last… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share
Why is it that at a bachelor's establishment the servants invariably drink the champagne. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share
Moderation is a fatal thing. Enough is as bad as a meal. More than enough is as good as a feast. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share
Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm. Philosophies fall away like sand, creeds follow one another, but what is beautiful is a… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share
