Archive for the ‘Oscar Wilde’ Category

Who, being loved, is poor?

Sunday, October 16th, 2011
rumpled yellow rose

Hester: You know I have loved him always.

Mrs. Arbuthnot: But we were very poor…

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I am so clever that sometimes I don’t understand a single word of what I am saying

Thursday, August 25th, 2011
dragonfly

“Then you should certainly lecture on Philosophy,” said the Dragon-fly; and he spread a pair of lovely gauze wings and soared away into the sky.

“How very silly of him not to stay here!” said Rocket. “I am…

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I dislike arguments of any kind. They are always vulgar, and often convincing.

Monday, April 19th, 2010
Importance of Being Earnest

GWENDOLEN: This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last. (Enter Jack with a hand-bag of black leather in his hand.)

JACK: (Rushing over to Miss Prism.) Is this the hand-bag, Miss Prism? Examine it carefully before you speak. The…

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If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use reading it at all

Tuesday, March 30th, 2010
Librarian Godiva

Pure modernity of form is always somewhat vulgarising. It cannot help being so. The public imagine that, because they are interested in their immediate surroundings, Art should be interested in them also, and should take…

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

Saturday, March 20th, 2010
stars

LORD DARLINGTON:

The woman I love is not free, or thinks she isn’t. [Glances instinctively at LORD WINDERMERE while he speaks.]

CECIL GRAHAM:
A married woman, then! Well, there’s nothing in the world…

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The truth is rarely pure and never simple

Monday, March 15th, 2010
venus fly trap

My dear Algy, I don’t know whether you will be able to understand my real motives. You are hardly serious enough. When one is placed in the position of guardian, one has to adopt a very high moral tone on all subjects…

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Be brave! Be yourself!

Friday, November 27th, 2009
leaving

[Following her.] Yes; you have the courage. There may be six months of pain, of disgrace even, but when you no longer bear his name, when you bear mine, all will be well. Margaret, my love, my wife that shall be some day – yes…

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