My dear fellow, the truth isn’t quite the sort of thing one tells to a nice, sweet, refined girl. What extraordinary ideas… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
My dear boy, the people who love only once in their lives are really the shallow people. What they call their loyalty,… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
My dear Arthur, I never talk scandal. I only talk gossip. What is the difference between scandal and gossip? Oh! Gossip is… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
JACK That is nonsense. If I marry a charming girl like Gwendolen, and she is the only girl I ever saw in… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Dear little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘you tell me of marvelous things, but more marvelous than anything is the suffering of men… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Bunbury? Oh, he was quite exploded. Exploded! Was he the victim of a revolutionary outrage? I was not aware that Mr. Bunbury… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Lady Bracknell. Good afternoon, dear Algernon, I hope you are behaving very well. Algernon. I’m feeling very well, Aunt Augusta. Lady Bracknell.… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
And what sort of lives do these people, who pose as being moral, lead themselves? My dear fellow, you forget that we… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
My dear young lady, there was a great deal of truth; I dare say, in what you said, and you looked very… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Come, dear, [Gwendolen rises] we have already missed five, if not six, trains. To miss any more might expose us to comment… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
If you meet at dinner a man who has spent his life in educating himself - a rare type in our time… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Find expression for a sorrow, and it will become dear to you. Find expression for a joy, and you will intensify its… — 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
Miss Prism: And you do not seem to realize, dear Doctor, that by persistently remaining single, a man converts himself into a… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Dear Prince, I must leave you, but I will never forget you, and next spring I will bring you back two beautiful… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
And now, dear Mr. Worthing, I will not intrude any longer into a house of sorrow. I would merely beg you not… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Miss Prism: ... And you do not seem to reealize, dear Doctor, that by persistently remaining single, a man coverts himself into… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
The chin a little higher, dear. Style largely depends on the way the chin is worn. They are worn very high, just… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Everything is dangerous, my dear fellow. If it wasn't so, life wouldn't be worth living. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Like dear St. Francis of Assisi I am wedded to Poverty: but in my case the marriage is not a success. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
My dear Algy, you talk exactly as if you were a dentist. It is very vulgar to talk like a dentist when… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing. And a sentimentalist, my dear… — 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