He is fairer than the morning star, and whiter than the moon. For his body I would give my soul, and for… — 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
He rides in the row at ten o clock in the morning, goes to the Opera three times a week, changes his… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Lord Illingworth told me this morning that there was an orchid there as beautiful as the seven deadly sins. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Out of the unreal shadows of the night comes back the real life that we had known. We have to resume it… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Through our sunless lanes creeps Poverty with her hungry eyes, and Sin with his sodden face follows close behind her. Misery wakes… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
America is the noisiest country that ever existed. One is waked up in the morning, not by the singing of the nightingale,… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon… — 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
