If there was less sympathy in the world, there would be less trouble in the world.
Society exists only as a mental concept in the real world there are only individuals.
It is better to be beautiful than to be good. But... it is better to be good than to be ugly.
Well, I don't like your clothes. You look perfectly ridiculous in them. Why on earth don't you go up and change? It's perfectly childish to be in mourning for a man who is actually staying a whole wee...
His sudden mad love for Sibyl Vane was a psychological phenomenon of no small interest. There was no doubt that curiosity had much to do with it, curiosity and the desire for new experiences; yet it w...
If there is anything more annoying in the world than having people talk about you, it is certainly having no one talk about you.
He hasn't an enemy in the world and none of his friends like him.
She...can talk brillantly upon any subject provided she knows nothing about it.
You came to me to learn the Pleasure of Life and the Pleasure of Art. Perhaps I am chosen to teach you something much more wonderful, the meaning of Sorrow and its beauty.
I am very pleased you like my stories. They are studies in prose, put for Romance's sake into fanciful form: meant partly for children, and partly for those who have kept the childlike faculties of wo...
nothing that is worth knowing can be taught
Anybody can be good in the country. There are no temptations there.
We have really everything in common with America nowadays, except, of course, language.
I am sick to death of cleverness. Everybody is clever nowadays. You can't go anywhere without meeting clever people. The thing has become an absolute public nuisance. I wish to goodness we had a few f...
To be on the alert is to live to be lulled into security is to die.
When critics disagree the artist is in accord with himself.
(A country where) the young are always ready to give to those who are older than themselves the full benefits of their inexperience.
Bosie has insisted on stopping here for sandwiches. He is quite like a narcissus -- so white and gold. I will come either Wednesday or Thursday night to your rooms. Send me a line. Bosie is so tired:...
Nothing makes one so vain as being told that one is a sinner.
This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.