Reported as Oscar Wilde's last words on his death bed... This wallpaper is killing me. One of us has to go.
I put all my genius into my life; I put only my talent into my works.
Art creates an incomparable and unique effect, and, having done so, passes on to other things. Nature, upon the other hand, forgetting that that imitation can be made the sincerest form of insult, keeps on repeating this effect until we all become absolutely wearied of it.
More than half of modern culture depends upon what one shouldn't read.
A passion for pleasure is the secret of remaining young.
To regret one’s own experiences is to arrest one’s own development. To deny one’s own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of one’s own life. It is no less than a denial of the soul.