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Oscar Wilde Quotes

(1856-1900), British Author, Wit

Crying is the refuge of plain women but the ruin of pretty ones.

Category: Cries And Crying

The true critic is he who bears within himself the dreams and ideas and feelings of myriad generations, and to whom no form of thought is alien, no emotional impulse obscure.

Category: Critics And Criticism

The critic has to educate the public; the artist has to educate the critic.

Category: Critics And Criticism

That is what the highest criticism really is, the record of one's own soul. It is more fascinating than history, as it is concerned simply with oneself. It is more delightful than philosophy, as its subject is concrete and not abstract, real and not vague. It is the only civilized form of autobiography.

Category: Critics And Criticism

Temperament is the primary requisite for the critic -- a temperament exquisitely susceptible to beauty, and to the various impressions that beauty gives us.

Category: Critics And Criticism

On an occasion of this kind it becomes more than a moral duty to speak one's mind. It becomes a pleasure.

Category: Critics And Criticism

What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.

Category: Cynics And Cynicism

As long as a woman can look ten years younger than her own daughter, she is perfectly satisfied.

Category: Daughters

Alas, I am dying beyond my means.

Category: Death And Dying

For he who lives more lives than one: More deaths than one must die.

Category: Death And Dying

I am dying beyond my means.

Category: Death And Dying

Once can survive everything nowadays, except death.

Category: Death And Dying

Democracy means simply the bludgeoning of the people by the people for the people.

Category: Democracy

Through our sunless lanes creeps Poverty with her hungry eyes, and Sin with his sodden face follows close behind her. Misery wakes us in the morning and Shame sits with us at night.

Category: Despair

She wore far too much rouge last night and not quite enough clothes. That is always a sign of despair in a woman.

Category: Desperation