Цитаты из книги автора Oscar Wilde The Picture of Dorian Gray

But beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face. The moment one sits down to think, one becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid. Look at the successful men in any of the learned professions. How perfectly hideous they are!

There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.

We live in an age that reads too much to be wise, and that thinks too much to be beau­ti­ful.

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.

Not “For­give us our sins” but “Smite us for our iniquit­ies” should be the prayer of man to a most just God.

In the com­mon world of fact the wicked were not pun­ished, nor the good re­war­ded. Suc­cess was given to the strong, fail­ure thrust upon the weak. That was all.

If a man is a gentleman, he knows quite enough, and if he is not a gentleman, whatever he knows is bad for him.

It is hitting below the intellect.

of those ample architectural proportions that in women who are not duchesses are described by contemporary historians as stoutness

He becomes an echo of some one else’s music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him