It makes one look old, and it
spoils one's career at critical moments.
spoils one's career at critical moments.
Oscar Wilde - Poetry
They matter a good deal.
They matter far too
much.
I wouldn't marry a man with a future before him for anything under the
sun.
I am the only person in the world I should like to know thoroughly, but
I don't see any chance of it just at present.
Modern memoirs are generally written by people who have entirely lost
their memories and have never done anything worth recording.
Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to
time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.
Women are like minors, they live upon their expectations.
Twisted minds are as natural to some people as twisted bodies.
It is the very passions about whose origin we deceive ourselves that
tyrannise most strongly over us. Our weakest motives are those of whose
nature we are conscious. It often happens that when we think we are
experimenting on others we are really experimenting on ourselves.
Whenever a man does a thoroughly stupid thing it is always from the
noblest motives.
I thought I had no heart. I find I have, and a heart doesn't suit me.
Somehow it doesn't go with modern dress.
It makes one look old, and it
spoils one's career at critical moments.
I don't play accurately--anyone can play accurately--but I play with
wonderful expression. As far as the piano is concerned sentiment is my
forte. I keep science for life.
I delight in men over seventy. They always offer one the devotion of a
lifetime.
Everybody who is incapable of learning has taken to teaching--that is
really what our enthusiasm for education has come to.
Nature hates mind.
From the point of view of form the type of all the arts is the art of
the musician. From the point of view of feeling the actor's craft is the
type.
Where we differ from each other is purely in accidentals--in dress,
manner, tone of voice, religious opinions, personal appearance, tricks
of habit, and the like.
The more we study art the less we care for Nature. What art really
reveals to us is Nature's lack of design, her curious crudities, her
extraordinary monotony, her absolutely unfinished condition. . . .
much.
I wouldn't marry a man with a future before him for anything under the
sun.
I am the only person in the world I should like to know thoroughly, but
I don't see any chance of it just at present.
Modern memoirs are generally written by people who have entirely lost
their memories and have never done anything worth recording.
Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to
time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.
Women are like minors, they live upon their expectations.
Twisted minds are as natural to some people as twisted bodies.
It is the very passions about whose origin we deceive ourselves that
tyrannise most strongly over us. Our weakest motives are those of whose
nature we are conscious. It often happens that when we think we are
experimenting on others we are really experimenting on ourselves.
Whenever a man does a thoroughly stupid thing it is always from the
noblest motives.
I thought I had no heart. I find I have, and a heart doesn't suit me.
Somehow it doesn't go with modern dress.
It makes one look old, and it
spoils one's career at critical moments.
I don't play accurately--anyone can play accurately--but I play with
wonderful expression. As far as the piano is concerned sentiment is my
forte. I keep science for life.
I delight in men over seventy. They always offer one the devotion of a
lifetime.
Everybody who is incapable of learning has taken to teaching--that is
really what our enthusiasm for education has come to.
Nature hates mind.
From the point of view of form the type of all the arts is the art of
the musician. From the point of view of feeling the actor's craft is the
type.
Where we differ from each other is purely in accidentals--in dress,
manner, tone of voice, religious opinions, personal appearance, tricks
of habit, and the like.
The more we study art the less we care for Nature. What art really
reveals to us is Nature's lack of design, her curious crudities, her
extraordinary monotony, her absolutely unfinished condition. . . .
