He had uttered a mad wish that he himself might remain untarnished, and the face on the canvas bear the burden of… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
It is sweet to dance to violins When love and life are fair: To dance to flutes, to dance to lutes Is… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit; touch it and the bloom is gone. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
I do not approve of anything that tampers with natural ignorance. Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit; touch it and the… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Football is all very well as a game for rough girls, but is hardly suitable for delicate boys. — 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
The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the… — 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
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
