Author of quotes: Oscar Wilde. Page 5

Progress is the realization of utopias.

"Everything that happens to others, happens to you," and if anyone asks what it means, I can answer that it means "Heart of the Lord Jesus Christ and the mind of Shakespeare."

The clergy and those who utter phrases without wisdom sometimes say that Suffering is a mystery. In fact, this is the revelation.

Early in my heart has always been a spring without end and without boundary. My nature was akin to joy. I filled my life with pleasures to the brim, like fill a Cup with wine up to the very edge.

The people among whom from now on I want to be is artists and those who have suffered: those who know the Beautiful, and those who have known Sorrow, - I'm not interested in anyone else.

My gods dwell in man-made temples, and only within the living experience of life, my beliefs find their most perfect and complete realization: maybe even too full, because, like many who have placed their Heaven here on earth, I found here not only the delights of Paradise, but all the horrors of Hell.

Those who have everything in excess, often greedy. Those who have everything to spare, always share.

Nothing in the world is meaningless, least of all suffering.

From the depths of my soul escaped wild despair, overwhelming grief, to which even look without pity was impossible, a terrible, impotent rage, the bitter grumbling and resentment; sadness, crying in a loud voice; the offense did not have a voice, and sorrow, remaining mute. I went through every conceivable stage of suffering.

The gods generously gave me. I had high gift, a glorious name, worthy of position in society, brilliant, daring mind; I made art a philosophy and philosophy an art: I have changed the Outlook of people and all colors of the world; what was I said, whatever I do it puts people in amazement; I took the drama, the most impersonal of shapes known in the art, and turned it in the same deeply personal way of expression, as a lyrical poem, I have simultaneously expanded the scope of drama and enriched it with a new interpretation; all what would I have touched, be it drama, novel, poetry, or prose poem, or a fantastic witty dialogue, everything was lit with a hitherto unknown beauty; I made a legitimate domain of truth itself, in equal measure, true and false, and showed that true or false is nothing more than an appearance generated by our mind. I treated Art as the Supreme reality, and life as a species of fiction; I awoke the imagination of my century so that he and I were surrounded by myths and legends; all the philosophical systems I was able to capture in one sentence and everything in epigram.

Byron was a symbolic figure, but it reflected only the passions of his age and the abundance of these passions. In me reflected something more noble, not so transient, something more immediate and comprehensive.

I was a symbol of art and culture of his century. I realized this at the dawn of his youth, and then made the age to understand it.

No matter what horrible evil I've done, what I did to myself - even worse.

It is necessary today to preserve the love in my heart, otherwise how will I live this day?