Nature is a wet place where large numbers of ducks fly overhead uncooked. — 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
“Champing his gilded oats, the Hippogriff will stand in our stalls, and over our heads will float the Blue Bird singing of… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
I did not think I should be ever loved: do you indeed Love me so much as now you say you do?… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
No better way is there to learn to love Nature than to understand Art. It dignifies every flower of the field. And,… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Death is a great price to pay for a red rose“, cried the Nightingale, "and Life is very dear to all. “… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Out of the sea will rise Behemoth and Leviathan, and sail 'round the high-pooped galleys... Dragons will wander about the waste places,… — 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 Image
Bachelors should be heavily taxed. It is not fair that some men should be happier than others — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.” — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
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 Image
