"It is sometimes said that the tragedy of an artist's life is that he cannot realize his ideal. But the true tragedy that dogs the steps of most artist...











Moral grounds are always the last refuge of people who have no sense of beauty.
More Oscar Wilde quotes
"Cold were the lips, yet he kissed them. Salt was the honey of the hair, yet he tasted it with a bitter joy. He kissed the closed eyelids, and the wild...
"Even men of the noblest possible moral character are extremely susceptible to the influence of the physical charms of others. Modern, no less then Anc...
"The only way to behave to a woman is to make love to her if she is pretty, and to someone else if she is plain.
"I am less to you than your ivory Hermes or your silver Faun. You will like them always. How long will you like me? Till I have my first wrinkle, I sup...
"I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die. I am jealous of the portrait you have painted of me. Why should it keep what I must lose? Every ...
"I find him in the curves of certain lines, in the loveliness and subtleties of certain colours.
"Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.
"As long as a woman can look ten years younger than her daughter, she is perfectly satisfied
"...art had no moral responsibility. Art, he argued, should strive only to be a beautiful object entirely separate from its creator.
"The aim of life is self-development. To realize one's nature perfectly—that is what each of us is here for. People are afraid of themselves, nowadays....
"You come down here to console me. That is charming of you. You find me consoled, and you are furious. How like a sympathetic person!
"But beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any ...
"Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful t...
"Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic. World's had to be in travail, that the meanest flower might blow...



