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Oscar Wilde - an Irish play write, poet, novelist, novella and essay writer - was born in Dublin, on October 16th, 1854.
He went to Trinity college, later Oxford.
Oscar Wilde started his writing career by publishing his poetry collection Poem in 1881. Later on, his fairy tales collection The Nightingale and The Rose was published around 1888, he also published his only novel The Picture of Dorian Gray in 1891. Most of Wilde's plays were published around 1890s.
Later in his life, Wilde went to jail for two years, he died three and a half years after he was released, in a hotel in Paris, on November 30th, 1900.
The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history.
Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing.
A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.
Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.
It is through art, and through art only, that we can realise our perfection.
No better way is there to learn to love Nature than to understand Art. It dignifies every flower of the field. And, the boy who sees the thing of beauty which a bird on the wing becomes when transferred to wood or canvas will probably not throw the customary stone.
Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us.
Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm. Philosophies fall away like sand, creeds follow one another, but what is beautiful is a joy for all seasons, a possession for all eternity.
Hatred is blind, as well as love.
It takes great deal of courage to see the world in all its tainted glory, and still to love it.
There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.
Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty. There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.
--What of Art?
-It is a malady.
--Love?
-An Illusion.
--Religion?
-The fashionable substitute for Belief.
--You are a sceptic.
-Never! Scepticism is the beginning of Faith.
--What are you?
-To define is to limit.
