An Exposure Of Naturalism
Oscar Wilde
After all, what the imitative arts really give us are merely the various styles of particular artists, or of certain schools of artists.
(more…)The Sphinx Without A Secret
Oscar Wilde
One afternoon I was sitting outside the Café de la Paix, watching the splendour and shabbiness of Parisian life, and wondering over my vermouth at the strange panorama of pride and poverty that was passing before me, when I heard some one call my name. I turned round, and saw Lord Murchison.
(more…)The Secrets Of Immortality
Oscar Wilde
On the mouldering citadel of Troy lies the lizard like a thing of green bronze. The owl has built her nest in the palace of Priam. Over the empty plain wander shepherd and goatherd with their flocks, and where, on the wine-surfaced, oily sea, οινοψ ποντος, as Homer calls it, copper-prowed and streaked with vermilion, the great galleys of the Danaoi came in their gleaming crescent, the lonely tunny-fisher sits in his little boat and watches the bobbing corks of his net.
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Life The Fallacious Model
Oscar Wilde
Art begins with abstract decoration, with purely imaginative and pleasurable work dealing with what is unreal and non-existent.
(more…)The Happy Prince
Oscar Wilde
High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt.
(more…)Impressions Of America
Oscar Wilde
I fear I cannot picture America as altogether an Elysium—perhaps, from the ordinary standpoint I know but little about the country. I cannot give its latitude or longitude; I cannot compute the value of its dry goods, and I have no very close acquaintance with its politics. These are matters which may not interest you, and they certainly are not interesting to me.
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