You like every one; that is to say, you are indifferent to every one.

— Oscar Wilde

You love the beauty that you can see and touch and handle, the beauty that you can destroy, and do destroy, but of the unseen beauty of life, of the unseen beauty of a higher life, you know nothing. You lost life's secret.

— Oscar Wilde

You may fancy yourself safe and think yourself strong. But a chance tone of color in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play. I tell you Dorian, that it is on things like these that our lives depend.

— Oscar Wilde

Young people, nowadays, imagine that money is everything. Yes, murmured Lord Henry, settling his button-hole in his coat; and when they grow older they know it.

— Oscar Wilde

You silly Arthur! If you knew anything about...anything, which you don't, you would know that I adore you. Everyone in London knows it except you. It is a public scandal the way I adore you. I have been going about for the last six months telling the whole of society that I adore you. I wonder you consent to have anything to say to me. Furthermore, I have no character left at all. At least, I feel so happy that I am quite sure I have no character left at all.

— Oscar Wilde

You talk books away," he said; "why don't you write one?" "I am too fond of reading books to care to write them, Mr. Erskine. I should like to write a novel certainly, a novel that would be as lovely as a Persian carpet and as unreal.

— Oscar Wilde

Youth is the only thing worth having. When I find that I am growing old, I shall kill myself.

— Oscar Wilde

You told me you had destroyed it."" I was wrong. It has destroyed me.

— Oscar Wilde

You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you have never had the courage to commit.

— Oscar Wilde

You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.

— Oscar Wilde