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Born in October 16, 1854 / Died in November 30, 1900 / Ireland / English

Quotes by Oscar Wilde

I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train.
Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.
Life is never fair, and perhaps it is a good thing for most of us that it is not.
As long as a woman can look ten years younger than her own daughter, she is perfectly satisfied.
Most modern calendars mar the sweet simplicity of our lives by reminding us that each day that passes is the anniversary of some perfectly uninteresting event.
I always pass on good advice. It is the only thing to do with it. It is never of any use to oneself.
I am not young enough to know everything.
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
Women are never disarmed by compliments. Men always are. That is the difference between the sexes.
Why was I born with such contemporaries?
To regret one's own experiences is to arrest one's own development. To deny one's own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of one's life. It is no less than a denial of the soul.
Women are made to be loved, not understood.
Democracy means simply the bludgeoning of the people by the people for the people.
If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.
One should always play fairly when one has the winning cards.
The moment you think you understand a great work of art, it's dead for you.
When the gods wish to punish us they answer our prayers.
The imagination imitates. It is the critical spirit that creates.
Patriotism is the virtue of the vicious.
Woman begins by resisting a man's advances and ends by blocking his retreat.
She wore far too much rouge last night and not quite enough clothes. That is always a sign of despair in a woman.
Charity creates a multitude of sins.
Hatred is blind, as well as love.
Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative.
It is an odd thing, but every one who disappears is said to be seen at San Francisco. It must be a delightful city, and possess all the attractions of the next world.