Author of quotes: Oscar Wilde. Page 4

If I have not yet perfection, not wholeness, you can still have a lot I have to learn. You came to me to learn the Pleasure of Life and Enjoyment of Art. Maybe I am chosen to teach you that much more wonderful - the meaning of Suffering and the beauty of it. Your devoted friend, Oscar Wilde.

In that Society, what we have created, for me there is no place and there will be never; but Nature, whose gentle rain still sprinkled right and wrong, will find me a cave in the rocks where I can hide, and secret valleys, where I can cry without interference, it will uniplet stars of the night sky, so I could wander around in the darkness without stumbling, and saweet wind my tracks so no one found me offensive, it would wash over me the waters of the great and bitter herbs will heal me.

Me with a strange force pulling itself to the great primal elements, such as the Sea, which was my mother no less than the Earth.

The sea washes away all stains and washes all the wounds in the world.

You were at that age when you just do what scatter seed; so I entered into that time of life, when it is time to harvest.

Great passion available only to great personalities and great events are visible only to those who have risen to their level.

The word you want to configure as a violin: and just as the excess or lack of vibration in the voice of the singer or the trembling of the strings give a false note, redundancy or deficiency in words prevent to Express the idea.

In art good intentions are worth nothing. All bad art is the result of good intentions.

However, when two people hate each other, binds them like a Union, a brotherhood. I think that by some strange law of the antipathy of the similarity of you hated each other not for the fact that you are so dissimilar in many features, but for the fact that some of the traits you look so much like each other.

For those who are sitting in prison, tears - a familiar pastime. And if the prison falls a day when no tears, - it does not mean that the person is easy on the heart, it means that his heart was hardened.

Between my work and the world now opened up the abyss, but between me and Art has no disorder.

Art begins only there, where does the Imitation.

The true purpose of modern Art is not the breadth and depth and power. In Art we are more interested in not typical. We need to do something exceptional.

I can be perfectly happy alone. But who wouldn't be happy, having the freedom, books, flowers and the moon?