There are few of us who have not sometimes wakened before dawn, either after one of those dreamless nights that make one… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“But the Duke will not die, he is too sinful. Oh, can it be There is some immortality in sin, Which virtue… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Each narrow cell in which we dwell Is a foul and dark latrine, And the fetid breath of living Death Chokes up… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
And now, I am dying beyond my means. (Said while sipping champagne on his deathbed.) — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“whose melancholy could be cured only by the spectacle of death, and who had a passion for red blood, as other men… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“I am less to you than your ivory Hermes or your silver Faun. You will like them always. How long will you… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“For each man kills the thing he loves yet each man does not die he does not die a death of shame… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“If they know nothing of death, it is because they know little of life, for the secrets of life and death belong… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“I am sick to death of cleverness. Everybody is clever nowadays. You can’t go anywhere without meeting clever people. The thing has… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
At six o'clock we cleaned our cells, At seven all was still, But the sough and swing of a mighty wing The… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Death and vulgarity are the only two facts in the nineteenth century that one cannot explain away. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Yes, death. Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
I am sick to death of cleverness. Everybody is clever nowadays. You can't go anywhere without meeting clever people. The thing has… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“And all the woe that moved him so That he gave that bitter cry the wild regrets, and the bloody sweats None… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One of us has got to go. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“I may not agree with you, but I will defend to the death your right to make an ass of yourself.” — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
We quaff the cup of life with eager haste without draining it, instead of which it only overflows the brim - objects… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“was the living death of his own soul that troubled him. Basil had painted the portrait that had marred his” — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
One must have a heart of stone to read the death of little Nell without laughing. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
All trials are trials for one's life, just as all sentences are sentences of death. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
One can survive everything nowadays, except death, and live down anything, except a good reputation. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Life had suddenly become too hideous a burden for him to bear. The dreadful death of the unlucky beater, shot in the… — 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
