Author: Oscar Wilde

Of course, America had often been discovered before Columbus, but it had always been hushed up.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

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

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

She wore far too much rouge last night, and not quite enough clothes; that is always a sign of despair in a woman.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

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

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

Work is the curse of the drinking classes.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

Good intentions are invariably ungrammatical.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

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

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

The difference between journalism and literature is that journalism is unreadable and literature is never read.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

Time is waste of money.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

He knew the precise psychological moment when to say nothing.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

If I hadn’t my debts I shouldn’t have anything to think about.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

A monstrous orchid.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

The play was a great success, but the audience was a disaster.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

A bad temper, like Mr. Whistler's paintings, should never be displayed in public.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

A mutual misunderstanding.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

To lose one parent may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both seems like carelessness.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

The pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

Frank Harris is invited to all of the great houses in England – once.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

There is only one thing in life worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet
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