Wisdom is to have dreams big enough not to lose sight when we pursue them. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“sought to imprison within his brain some curious dream from which he feared he might awake.” — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
The brotherhood of man is not a mere poet’s dream: it is a most depressing and humiliating reality. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“I can now recreate life in a way that was hidden from me, before.'A dream of form in days of thought:” — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream.” — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
If one were to live his life fully and completely were to give form to every feeling, expression to every thought, reality… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Have I not indeed been living in a dream? And am I not now dying a victim to the horror and the… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
I was dominated, soul, brain, and power by you. You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Life is not governed by will or intention. Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“There is an unknown land full of strange flowers and subtle perfumes, a land of which it is joy of all joys… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Indeed, as any one who has ever worked among the poor knows only too well, the brotherhood of man is no mere… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
The true critic is he who bears within himself the dreams and ideas and feelings of myriad generations, and to whom no… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“But he suddenly started up, and closing his eyes, placed his fingers upon the lids, as though he sought to imprison within… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream. I worshipped… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“The girl laughed again. The joy of a caged bird was in her voice. Her eyes caught the melody and echoed it… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
That very concentration of vision and intensity of purpose which is the characteristic of the artistic temperament is in itself a mode… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
It is in the brain, and the brain only, that the great sins of the world take place also. You, Mr. Gray,… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
You have killed my love. You used to stir my imagination. Now you don't even stir my curiosity. You simply produce no… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
The great things in life are what they seem to be. And for that reason, strange as it may sound to you,… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Life is not governed by will or intention. Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams.… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“And this love of definite conception, this clearness of vision, this artistic sense of limit, is the characteristic of all great work… — 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
