I do love Oscar Wilde. He's clever and funny and wise and sad. Maybe not all at once, but certainly when you add him up.
Mr. Wilde has some marvelous advice that we should all observe. Here's some.
Nobody, even in the provinces, should ever be allowed to ask and intelligent question about pure mathematics across a dinner table.
I dislike arguments of any kind. They are always vulgar, and often convincing.
And here are some things to say when your dinner conversation gets boring.
He hasn't a single redeeming vice.
He is old enough to know worse.
She talks more and says less than anybody I ever met. She is made to be a public speaker.
My duty to myself is to amuse myself terrifically.
It is hard to have a good story interrupted by a fact.
If the cave men had known how to laugh, History would have been different.
Life is much too important a thing ever to talk seriously about.
And sometimes Oscar Wilde makes me think about things that are big and tall and overwhelming. Things that are amazing and incredible and maybe sad. Certainly reverberating thoughts.
To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.
One can live for years sometimes without living at all, and then all life comes crowding into one single hour.
Oscar Wilde. A wild man. Wild life. Wild things. Wild and wacky. Born to be wild. Girls gone wild. Wild card. Jokers wild. Wild about you. Wild dogs. Wild oats. Run wild. Wild cat. Wild goose chase. Wild rice. Wild woman. Wild strawberries. Running wild. Wild wind. Wild animal. Wild West. Wild eyed. Wildflowers. Wild nights. Wild horses. Wet 'n' Wild. Go wild. Wild Kingdom. Wild rose.
Wild, wild life, my darlings.
Posted by dotty at April 6, 2005 10:23 PM