Oscar Wilde Biography
Oscar Fingal O’Flahertie Wills Wilde was born on October 16, 1854, in Dublin, Ireland.Author, playwright and poet Oscar Wilde was a popular literary figure in late Victorian England. Oxford University, he lectured as a poet, art critic and a leading proponent of the principles of aestheticism. Wilde died of meningitis on November 30, 1900, at the age of 46. More than a century after his death, Wilde is still better remembered for his personal life his exuberant personality, consummate wit and infamous imprisonment for homosexuality than for his literary accomplishments. I think he is one of the rare people who make this life funny…
Who, being loved, is poor?
Everything popular is wrong.
Hatred is blind, as well as love.
Patriotism is the virtue of the vicious.
Ambition is the last refuge of the failure.
Work is the curse of the drinking classes.
I am not young enough to know everything.
No man is rich enough to buy back his past.
Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative.
Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes.
Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about.
I have the simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best.
Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go.
I think that God, in creating man, somewhat overestimated his ability.
Pessimist: One who, when he has the choice of two evils, chooses both.
An excellent man; he has no enemies; and none of his friends like him.
An idea that is not dangerous is unworthy of being called an idea at all.
There are two tragedies in life not getting what you want, and getting it.
My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One of us has got to go.
Art is individualism, and individualism is a disturbing and disintegrating force.
Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.
Democracy means simply the bludgeoning of the people by the people for the people.
The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame.
How marriage ruins a man! It is as demoralizing as cigarettes, and far more expensive.
Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live.
Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.
There is only one thing in life worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.
Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.
The salesman knows nothing of what he is selling save that he is charging a great deal too much for it.
Children begin by loving their parents; after a time they judge them; rarely, if ever, do they forgive them.
Women are never disarmed by compliments. Men always are. That is the difference between the sexes.
One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.
Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship.
The only difference between the saint and the sinner is that every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.
There is nothing in the world like the devotion of a married woman. It is a thing no married man knows anything about.
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
Man is a rational animal who always loses his temper when he is called upon to act in accordance with the dictates of reason.
Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.
How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being.
A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.
The typewriting machine, when played with expression, is no more annoying than the piano when played by a sister or near relation.
If you pretend to be good, the world takes you very seriously. If you pretend to be bad, it doesn’t. Such is the astounding stupidity of optimism.
Our ambition should be to rule ourselves, the true kingdom for each one of us; and true progress is to know more, and be more, and to do more.
Do you really think it is weakness that yields to temptation? I tell you that there are terrible temptations which it requires strength, strength and courage to yield to.
Oscar Wilde Poem
Wıthın this restless, hurried, modern world
We took our hearts’ full pleasure–You and I,
And now the white sails of our ship are furled,
And spent the lading of our argosy.
Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan,
For very weeping is my gladness fled,
Sorrow hath paled my lip’s vermilion,
And Ruin draws the curtains of my bed.
But all this crowded life has been to thee
No more than lyre, or lute, or subtle spell
Of viols, or the music of the sea
That sleeps, a mimic echo, in the shell.