What the artist is always looking for is the mode of existence in which soul and body are one and indivisible: in which the outward is expressive of the inward: in which form reveals.
Oscar WildeHer capacity for family affection is extraordinary. When her third husband died, her hair turned quite gold from grief.
Oscar WildeIn war, the strong make slaves of the weak, and in peace the rich makes slaves of the poor.
Oscar WildeThere are moments, psychologists tell us, when the passion for sin, or what the world calls sin, so dominates a nature, that every fibre of the body, as every cell of the brain, seems to be instinct with fearful impulses. Men and women at such moments lose the freedom of their will. They move to their terrible end as automatons move. Choice is taken from them, and conscience is either killed, or, if it lives at all, lives but to give rebellion its fascination, and disobedience its charm.
Oscar Wilde