Oscar Wilde: Idézetek angolul (oldal 32)

“because to influence a person is to give one's own soul.”

“The burden of this world is too great for one man to bear, and the world’s sorrow too heavy for one heart to suffer.”

“Basil Hallward is what I think I am: Lord Henry what the world thinks me: Dorian what I would like to be—in other ages, perhaps.”

“In old days men had the rack. Now they have the press.”

“Behind the perfection of a man's style, must lie the passion of a man's soul.”

“Youth is the only thing worth having.”

“A truth ceases to be true when more than one person believes in it.”

“I never read a book I must review; it prejudices you so.”

“Millionaire models are rare enough; but, by Jove, model millionaires are rarer still!”

“She wore far too much rouge last night and not quite enough clothes. That is always a sign of despair in a woman.”

“It is in the brain, and the brain only, that the great sins of the world take place”

“To give an accurate description of what has never occurred is not merely the proper occupation of the historian, but the inalienable privilege of any man of parts and culture.”

“The more one analyses people, the more all reasons for analysis disappear. Sooner or later one comes to that dreadful universal thing called human nature.”

“God and other artists are always a little obscure…..”

“Yes; poor Bunbury is a dreadful invalid.
Well, I must say, Algernon, that I think it is high time that Mr. Bunbury made up his mind whether he was going to live or to die. This shillyshallying with the question is absurd.”

“LADY BRACKNELL

Algernon is an extremely, I may almost say an ostentatiously, eligible young man. He has nothing, but he looks everything. What more can one desire?”

“I am afraid that woman appreciate cruelty, downright cruelty, more than anything else. They have wonderfully primitive instincts. We have emancipated them, but they remain slaves looking for their masters, all the same. They love being dominated.”

“We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it”

“The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.”