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  • Oscar Wilde Quotes   1859
  • Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Oscar Wilde Quotes , Sweet Quotes , Real Quotes
  • The final mystery is oneself. When one has weighed the sun in the balance, and measured the steps of the moon, and mapped out the seven heavens star by star, there still remains oneself. Who can calculate the orbit of his own soul?
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Oscar Wilde Quotes , Stars Quotes , Moon Quotes
  • Society, civilized society at least, is never very ready to believe anything to the detriment of those who are both rich and fascinating. It feels instinctively that manners are of more importance than morals, and, in its opinion, the highest respectability is of much less value than the possession of a good chef.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Oscar Wilde Quotes , Believe Quotes , Opinion Quotes