Quotes from Oscar Wilde

I cannot repeat an emotion. No one can, except sentimentalists.

London is full of women who trust their husbands. One can always recognise them. They look so thoroughly unhappy.

Love is a more wonderful thing than art.

nasza przysz?o?? b?dzie taka sama jak przesz?o?? i grzech, pope?niony kiedy? raz, ze wstr?tem, b?dziemy powtarza? po wielokro? - ju? z przyjemno?ci?.

Cecily: "Miss Prism says that all good looks are a snare" Algernon: "They are a snare that every sensible man would like to be caught in." Cecily: "Oh, I don't think I would care to catch a sensible man. I shouldn't know what to talk to him about.

Really the answers I get are idiotic. The entire correspondence of you and Robbie with me should be published. The best title would be Letters from Two Idiots to a Lunatic, I should fancy.

The less said about life's sores the better.

The world has cried out against us both, but it has always worshipped you.

He did not hate the Winter now, for he knew that it was merely the Spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting.

Lord Henry looked serious for some moments, 'It is perfectly monstrous,' he said at last, 'the way people go about nowadays saying things against one behind one's back that are absolutley and entirely true.

Each class would have preached the importance of those virtues, for whose exercise there was no necessity in their own lives.

I'll see if I can't make the bitter waters sweet by the intensity of love I bear you

The emotions of man are stirred more quickly than man's intelligence...it is much more easy to have sympathy with suffering than it is to have sympathy with thought.

the worst slave-owners were those who were kind to their slaves

We live in an age when men treat art as if it were meant to be a form of autobiography.

Give women the right opportunities and they are capable of everything.

She is at rest. Peace, peace, she cannot hear, Lyre or sonnet, All my life's buried here, Heap earth upon it.

Like two doomed ships that pass in storm We had crossed each other's way: But we made no sign, we said no word, We had no word to say; For we did not meet in the holy night, But in the shameful day.

Colonel. Can she read and write?   Peter. Ay, that she can, sir. Colonel. Then she is a dangerous woman.

nothing is worth doing except what the world says is impossible.

The past could always be annihilated. Regret, denial, or forgetfulness could do that.

Soul and body, body and soul-- how mysterious they were!

Look, look!" cried the Tree, "the rose is finished now;" but the Nightingale made no answer, for she was lying dead in the long grass, with the thorn in her heart.

When the prurient and the impotent attack you, be sure you are right.