Oscar Wilde

what Life is, and what Death signifies, and why Love is stronger than both."

The truth is rarely pure and never simple.

I keep a di­ary in or­der to enter the won­der­ful secrets of my life. If I didn’t write them down, I should prob­ably for­get all about them.

The good ended hap­pily, and the bad un­hap­pily. That is what Fic­tion means.

against the purity of a little child the powers of Hell cannot prevail."

You can have your secret as long as I have your heart,

But the Catherine Wheel shook her head. “Romance is dead, Romance is dead, Romance is dead,” she murmured. She was one of those people who think that, if you say the same thing over and over a great many times, it becomes true in the end

Chil­dren be­gin by lov­ing their par­ents; as they grow older they judge them; some­times they for­give them.

There is a lux­ury in self-re­proach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us.

So I have murdered Sibyl Vane,” said Dorian Gray, half to him­self, “murdered her as surely as if I had cut her little throat with a knife. Yet the roses are not less lovely for all that. The birds sing just as hap­pily in my garden.