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
After playing Chopin, I feel as if I had been weeping over sins that I had never committed and mourning over tragedies… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
And once, or twice, to throw the dice is a gentlemanly game, But he does not win who plays with Sin in… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
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
What the worm was to the corpse, his sins would be to the painted image on the canvas. They would mar its… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world's original sin. If the cave-man had known how to laugh, History would have… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
They flaunt their conjugal felicity in one's face, as if it were the most fascinating of sins. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
The sin was mine; I did not understand. So now is music prisoned in her cave, Save where some ebbing desultory wave… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
What is termed Sin is an essential element of progress. Without it the world would stagnate, or grow old, or become colorless.… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Sins of the flesh are nothing. They are maladies for physicians to cure, if they should be cured. Sins of the soul… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Each little thing that we do passes into the great machine of life which may grind our virtues to powder and make… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
What is termed Sin is an essential element of progress. Without it the world would stagnate, or grow old, or become colourless. — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Actual life was chaos, but there was something terribly logical in the imagination. It was the imagination that set remorse to dog… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Newspapers. . . give us the bald, sordid, disgusting facts of life. They chronicle, with degrading avidity, the sins of the second-rate,… — 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
Experience was of no ethical value. It was merely the name men gave to their mistakes. Moralists had, as a rule, regarded… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
When a golden girl can win Prayer from out the lips of sin, When the barren almond bears, And a little child… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
the costume of the nineteenth century is detestable. It is so sombre, so depressing. Sin is the only real colour-element left in… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
There were opium-dens, where one could buy oblivion, dens of horror where the memory of old sins could be destroyed by the… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
There were sins whose fascination was more in the memory than in the doing of them, strange triumphs that gratified the pride… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“loving for their mere artificiality those renunciations that men have unwisely called virtue, as much as those natural rebellions that wise men… — 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
