Quotes from Oscar Wilde

To give and not expect return, that is what lies at the heart of love.

It takes great deal of courage to see the world in all its tainted glory, and still to love it.

I love acting. It is so much more real than life.

The aim of love is to love. No more, no less.

Where there is no love there is no understanding.

There is one thing infinitely more pathetic than to have lost the woman one is in love with, and that is to have won her and found out how shallow she is!

To be in love is to surpass one's self.

Ambition is the last refuge of the failure.

How marriage ruins a man! It is as demoralizing as cigarettes, and far more expensive.

Let us have no machine-made ornament at all; it is all bad and worthless and ugly.

If people are dishonest once, they will be dishonest a second time. And honest people should keep away from them. (Lady Chiltern)

That is the mission of art - to make us pause and look at a thing a second time.

I delight in men over seventy. They always offer one the devotion of a lifetime.

You know we poor artists have to show ourselves in society from time to time, just to remind the public that we are not savages.

LADY STUTFIELD I adore silent men. MRS ALLONBY Oh, Ernest isn't silent. He talks the whole time. But he has got no conversation. What he talks about I don't know. I haven't listened to him for years.

It was you I thought of all the time, I gave to them the love you did not need: lavished on them a love that was not theirs.

Be warned in time, James, and remain, as I do, incomprehensible: to be great is to be misunderstood.

When bankers get together they talk about art. When artists get together, they talk about money.

When you really want love you will find it waiting for you.

Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling.

Most people live for love and admiration. But it is by love and admiration that we should live.

Every one is worthy of love, except him who thinks that he is. Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling.

sorrow...is a wound that bleeds when any hand but that of love touches it

There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love.