I never saw sad men who lookedWith such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue We prisoners called the sky, And at every happy cloud that passed In such strange freedom by.

You can have your secret as long as I have your heart[.]

Music had stirred him like that. Music had troubled him many times. But music was not articulate. It was not a new world, but rather an other chaos, that it created in us. Words! Mere...

Utterly, irrevocably, lost

The post on her left was occupied by Mr. Erskine of Treadley, an old gentleman of considerable charm and culture, who had fallen, however, into bad habits of silence, having, as he explained once to...

Ah! Happy they whose hearts can breakAnd peace of pardon win!How else may man make straight his pathAnd cleanse his soul from sin?How else but through a broken heartMay the Lord Christ enter in?

Imagino que um homem que um dia amou uma mulher fará qualquer coisa por ela exceto deixar de continuar a amá-la.

Oh! I killed Bunbury this afternoon… I mean poor Bunbury died this afternoon.What did he die of?Bunbury? Oh, he was exploded!

Of course married life is merely a habit, a bad habit. But then one regrets the loss even of one’s worse habits.

Fashion is what one wears oneself. What is unfashionable is what other people wear.Just as vulgarity is simply the conduct of other people.And falsehoods the truths of other people.Other people are quite dreadful. The only...

It has been said that the great events of the world take place in the brain.It is in the brain, and the brain only, that the great sins of the world take place also.

I must decline your invitation owing to a subsequent engagement.

I have the simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best.

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

Everything is about sex, except sex

The mimicry of passion is the most intolerable of all poses.

Actions are the first tragedy in life, words are the second. Words are perhaps the worst. Words are merciless. . .

I am so glad that you have never done anything, never carved a statue, or painted a picture, or produced anything outside of yourself! Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music....

Bigamy is having one wife too many. Monogamy is the same.

The ugly and stupid have the best of it in this world. They can sit at their ease and gape at the play. If they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared the...

We live, I regret to say, in an age of surfaces

ALGERNON. I really don’t see anything romantic in proposing. It is very romantic to be in love. But there is nothing romantic about a definite proposal. Why, one may be accepted. One usually is, I...

JACKYou’re quite perfect, Miss Fairfax.GWENDOLENOh! I hope I am not that. It would leave no room for developments, and I intend to develop in many directions.

I don’t want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.

The loves and sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plentitude.

They get up early, because they have so much to do, and go to bed early, because they have so little to think about.

Outside the family circle, papa, I’m glad to say, is entirely unknown. I think that is quite as it should be. The home seems to me to be the proper sphere for the man.

I threw the pearl of my soul into a cup of wine. I went down the primrose path to the sound of flutes. I lived on honeycomb.

The doctors found out that Bunbury could not live, that is what I mean – so Bunbury died.He seems to have had great confidence in the opinion of his physicians. I am glad, however, that...

My own business always bores me to death; I prefer other people’s.

One should never trust a woman who tells one her real age. A woman who would tell one that would tell one anything.

Oh, brothers! I don’t care for brothers. My elder brother won’t die, and my younger brothers seem never to do anything else.

Christ did not die to save people, but to teach people how to save each other. This is, I have no doubt, a grave heresy, but it is also a fact.

All art is quite useless.

How sad it is!” murmured Dorian Gray with his eyes still fixed upon his own portrait. “How sad it is! I shall grow old, and horrible, and dreadful. But this picture will remain always young....

Out of doors one becomes abstract and impersonal.One’s individuality absolutely leaves one.

Young people, nowadays, imagine that money is everything.Yes, murmured Lord Henry, settling his button-hole in his coat; and when they grow older they know it.

A arte é a mais intensa forma de individualismo que o mundo conhece.

The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what...

Plain women are always jealous of their husbands. Beautiful women never are. They are always so occupied with being jealous of other women’s husbands.

Illness of any kind is hardly a thing to be encouraged in others. Health is the primary duty of life.

There are three kinds of despots. There is the despot who tyrannizes over the body. There is the despot who tyrannizes over the soul. There is the despot who tyrannizes over the soul and body...

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

Most personalities have been obliged to be rebels. Half their strength has been wasted in friction.

The moon in her chariot of pearl

Cheap editions of great books may be delightful, but cheap editions of great men are absolutely detestable

A man can be happy with any woman as long as he does not love her.

Life is not complex. We are complex. Life is simple, and the simple thing is the right thing.

When I say that I am convinced of these things I speak with too much pride. Far off, like a perfect pearl, one can see the city of God. It is so wonderful that it...

In old days books were written by men of letters and read by the public. Nowadays books are written by the public and read by nobody.