Oscar Wilde Quotes

We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.
Oscar Wilde (1854-1900), Anglo-Irish playwright, author. The Picture of Dorian Gray, preface (1891).
We who live in prison, and in whose lives there is no event but sorrow, have to measure time by throbs of pain, and the record of bitter moments.
Oscar Wilde (1854-1900), Anglo-Irish playwright, author. De Profundis (1905). Wilde himself spent two years in prison.
Fashion, by which what is really fantastic becomes for a moment the universal.
Oscar Wilde (1854-1900), Anglo-Irish playwright, author. Lord Henry, in The Picture of Dorian Gray (1891).
There is only one real tragedy in a woman's life. The fact that her past is always her lover, and her future invariably her husband.
Oscar Wilde (1854-1900), Anglo-Irish playwright, author. Mrs. Cheveley, in An Ideal Husband, act 3.
Scepticism is the beginning of Faith.
Oscar Wilde (1854-1900), Anglo-Irish playwright, author. Dorian Gray, in The Picture of Dorian Gray, ch. 17 (1891).
I hate vulgar realism in literature. The man who could call a spade a spade should be compelled to use one. It is the only thing he is fit for.
Oscar Wilde (1854-1900), Anglo-Irish playwright, author. Lord Henry, in The Picture of Dorian Gray, ch. 17 (1891).
In modern life nothing produces such an effect as a good platitude. It makes the whole world kin.
Oscar Wilde (1854-1900), Anglo-Irish playwright, author. Mrs. Cheveley, in An Ideal Husband, act 1.
He was always late on principle, his principle being that punctuality is the thief of time.
Oscar Wilde (1854-1900), Anglo-Irish playwright, author. The Picture of Dorian Gray, ch. 4 (1891). Commenting on Lord Henry.
The mind of the thoroughly well-informed man is a dreadful thing. It is like a bric-à-brac shop, all monsters and dust, with everything priced above its proper value.
Oscar Wilde (1854-1900), Anglo-Irish playwright, author. Lord Henry, in The Picture of Dorian Gray, ch. 1 (1891).
Questions are never indiscreet. Answers sometimes are.
Oscar Wilde (1854-1900), Anglo-Irish playwright, author. Mrs. Cheveley, in An Ideal Husband, act 1.