Some lines by Mr. Oscar Wilde.

Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative.

A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal.

A man’s face is his autobiography. A woman’s face is her work of fiction.

A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.

I see when men love women. They give them but a little of their lives. But women when they love give everything.

All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That’s his.

As long as war is regarded as wicked, it will always have its fascination. When it is looked upon as vulgar, it will cease to be popular.

Children begin by loving their parents; after a time they judge them; rarely, if ever, do they forgive them.

Children have a natural antipathy to books – handicraft should be the basis of education. Boys and girls should be taught to use their hands to make something, and they would be less apt to destroy and be mischievous.

Deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.

Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.

Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.

Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future.

Everyone should keep someone else’s diary.

I hope you have not been leading a double life, pretending to be wicked and being really good all the time. That would be hypocrisy.

If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.

In America the young are always ready to give to those who are older than themselves the full benefits of their inexperience.

In England people actually try to be brilliant at breakfast. That is so dreadful of them! Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast.

It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.

Life imitates Art far more than Art imitates Life.

Man is a rational animal who always loses his temper when he is called upon to act in accordance with the dictates of reason.

Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.

Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us.

Morality is simply the attitude we adopt towards people whom we personally dislike.

Morality, like art, means drawing a line someplace.

Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.

No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist.

No man is rich enough to buy back his past.

One can survive everything, nowadays, except death, and live down everything except a good reputation.

One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.

One should always play fairly when one has the winning cards.

Ordinary riches can be stolen; real riches cannot. In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from you.

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.

Patriotism is the virtue of the vicious.

Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live.

The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame.

The difference between literature and journalism is that journalism is unreadable and literature is not read.

The good end happily, the bad unhappily – that is what fiction means.

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

We really have everything in common with America nowadays except, of course, language.

When I was young I thought that money was the most important thing in life; now that I am old I know that it is.

When people agree with me I always feel I must be wrong.

When the gods wish to punish us they answer our prayers.

Who, being loved, is poor?

Women are made to be loved, not understood.

Women are never disarmed by compliments. Men always are. That is the difference between the sexes.

Yet each man kills the thing he loves, by each let this be heard, some do it with a bitter look, some with a flattering word. The coward does it with a kiss, the brave man with a sword!

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