Oscar Wilde

1854 - 1900

A Quote by Oscar Fingall O'Flahertie Wills Wilde

I must decline your invitation owing to a subsequent engagement.

Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900)

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A Quote by Oscar Fingall O'Flahertie Wills Wilde

This wallpaper is dreadful. One of us has simply got to go.

Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900)

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A Quote by Oscar Fingall O'Flahertie Wills Wilde on action and dreams

Action is the last refuge of those who cannot dream.

Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900)

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A Quote by Oscar Fingall O'Flahertie Wills Wilde on advice and good

The only thing one can do with good advice is to pass it on. It is never of any use to oneself.

Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900)

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A Quote by Oscar Fingall O'Flahertie Wills Wilde

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

Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900)

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A Quote by Oscar Fingall O'Flahertie Wills Wilde on america, civilization, and country

America is the only country that went from barbarism to decadence without civilization in between.

Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900)

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A Quote by Oscar Fingall O'Flahertie Wills Wilde on argument and vulgarity

Argument are to be avoided; they are always vulgar and often convincing.

Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900)

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A Quote by Oscar Fingall O'Flahertie Wills Wilde on art and world

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Art is the most intense mode of invidualism that the world has known.

Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900)

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A Quote by Oscar Fingall O'Flahertie Wills Wilde on agreement and people

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

Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900)

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A Quote by Oscar Fingall O'Flahertie Wills Wilde on beauty, darkness, facts, genius, needs, reflection, water, and world

Beauty is a form of genius-is higher, indeed, than genius, as it needs no explanation. It is of the great facts in the world like sunlight, or springtime, or the reflection in dark water of that silver shell we call the moon.

Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900)

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