BiographyType: Irish author, Playwright, Poet Born: 16 October 1854 Died: 30 November 1900 Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde (16 October 1854 – 30 November 1900) was an Irish author, playwright and poet. After writing in different forms throughout the 1880s, he became one of London's most popular playwrights in the early 1890s. Wilde's parents were successful Anglo-Irish Dublin intellectuals. His father, William Wilde, was an acclaimed doctor who was knighted for his work as medical advisor for the Irish censuses. William Wilde later founded St. |
The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and richness to life that nothing else can bring.
Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
A man who does not think for himself does not think at all.
But we never get back our youth… The pulse of joy that beats in us at twenty becomes sluggish. Our limbs fail, our senses rot. We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were too much afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to.
Life is one fool thing after another whereas love is two fool things after each other.
What fire does not destroy, it hardens
What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise
Women have no appreciation of good looks-at least, good women have not.
Morality is simply the attitude we adopt towards people we personally dislike.
I made art a philosophy, and philosophy an art: I altered the minds of men, and the colour of things: I awoke the imagination of my century so that it created myth and legend around me: I summed up all things in a phrase, all existence in an epigram: whatever I touched I made beautiful