Author: Oscar Wilde Page 5

Good intentions are invariably ungrammatical.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

Time is a waste of money.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

If one tells the truth, one is sure, sooner or later, to be found out.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

Good resolutions are simply checks that men draw on a bank where they have no account.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

I like Wagner’s music better than anybody’s; it is so loud that one can talk the whole time without people hearing what one says.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

She is a peacock in everything but beauty.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

Bad artists always admire each other’s work.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

A gentleman is one who never hurts anyone’s feelings unintentionally.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

Bigamy is having one wife too many; monogamy is the same.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

Experience is the name every one gives to their mistakes.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

To lose one parent may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both seems like carelessness.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

He [Bernard Shaw] hasn’t an enemy in the world, and none of his friends like him.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

No great artist ever sees things as they really are; if he did, he would cease to be an artist.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

She wore far too much rouge last night, and not quite enough clothes; that is always a sign of despair in a woman.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

The problem with the common person is that he is so unbearably common!

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

One should always play fairly when one has the winning cards.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet

My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. Either they go or I do.

(1854 – 1900) Irish dramatist, novelist & poet