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  • It is a sad truth, but we have lost the faculty of giving lovely names to things. Names are everything. I never quarrel with actions. My one quarrel is with words. The man who could call a spade a spade should be compelled to use one. It is the only thing he is fit for.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Oscar Wilde Quotes , Love Quotes , Funny Quotes
  • A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at, for it leaves out the one country at which Humanity is always landing. And when Humanity lands there, it looks out, and, seeing a better country, sets sail. Progress is the realisation of Utopias.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Oscar Wilde Quotes , Country Quotes , Land Quotes
  • The birds did not understand a single word of what he was saying, but that made no matter, for they put their heads on one side, and looked wise, which is quite as good as understanding a thing, and very much easier.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Oscar Wilde Quotes , Wise Quotes , Bird Quotes
  • It is sometimes said that the tragedy of an artist's life is that he cannot realise his ideal. But the true tragedy that dogs the steps of most artists is that they realise their ideal too absolutely. For, when the ideal is realised, it is robbed of its wonder and its mystery, and becomes simply a new starting-point for an ideal that is other than itself.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Oscar Wilde Quotes , Dog Quotes , Artist Quotes
  • To be good, according to the vulgar standard of goodness, is obviously quite easy. It merely requires a certain amount of sordid terror, a certain lack of imaginative thought, and a certain low passion for middle-class respectability.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Oscar Wilde Quotes , Passion Quotes , Class Quotes
  • Far away beyond the pine-woods,' he answered, in a low dreamy voice, 'there is a little garden. There the grass grows long and deep, there are the great white stars of the hemlock flower, there the nightingale sings all night long. All night long he sings, and the cold, crystal moon looks down, and the yew-tree spreads out its giant arms over the sleepers.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Oscar Wilde Quotes , Stars Quotes , Flower Quotes