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Oscar Wilde: Photographic portrait by Napoleon SaronyPhotographic portrait by Napoleon SaronyNapoleon Sarony · Public domain

Oscar Wilde

Life dates: 1854 AD — 1900 AD

Wilde’s comedy makes elegant remarks collide with concealed identities and social expectations. Read the selected lines as Algernon’s replies in a scene, rather than instructions from the playwright.

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The catalogue identifies Oscar Wilde and gives his lifetime as 1854–1900. The linked English text lists the play’s characters and arranges its action in three acts. Its subtitle describes a trivial comedy for serious people; the selected remarks are part of an exchange between Algernon and Jack in Act I. The electronic text credits David Price, but the checked record does not identify a printed edition or publisher. Catalogue lifetime years supply biographical context only; the archive’s contributor-supplied labels and undated entries remain unchanged.

Algernon’s claim about romance and uncertainty answers Jack’s intention to propose marriage. Later, after Jack explains his invented younger brother, Algernon responds that truth is rarely pure or simple. Both complete selected sentences match the checked English dialogue under punctuation, case and spacing comparison. The scene also exposes the speakers’ evasions and convenient double lives, so a polished line need not be a reliable moral rule. These matches establish local textual counterparts, not every popular saying credited to Wilde or the playwright’s agreement with each character.

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Read Act I from Jack’s proposed marriage through the explanation of his invented brother. Watch Algernon’s replies alongside what both men conceal. The two selected sentences match the checked English dialogue under limited normalization. Their comic speakers and dramatic situation matter; this book connection does not turn the lines into Wilde’s personal advice or authenticate all contributor-supplied attributions.

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08c. 1877 AD
Beauty is one of the great facts of the world, like sunlight,or springtime, or the reflection in dark waters of that silver shell we call the moon. You have only a few years in which to live really, perfectly, and fully. When your youth goes, your beauty will go with it, and then you will suddenly discover that there are no triumphs left for you...Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses. You will become sallow, and hollow-cheeked, and dull-eyed...Ah! realise your youth while you have it. Don't squander the gold of your days, listening to the tedious, trying to improve the hopeless, or giving away your life to the ignorant, the common, and the vulgar...Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing...The world belongs to you for a season...how tragic it would be if you were wasted. For there is such a little time that your youth will last. The common hillflowers wither, but they blossom again. The laburnum will be as yellow next June as it is now. In a month there will be purple stars on the clematis, and year after year the green night of its leaves will hold its purple stars. But we never get back our youth. The pulse of joy that beats in us at twenty, becomes sluggish. Our limbs fail, our senses rot. We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were too much afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to...Youth! Youth! There is absolutely nothing in the world but youth.
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10c. 1877 AD
How sad it is!" murmured Dorian Gray with his eyes still fixed upon his own portrait. "How sad it is! I shall grow old, and horrible, and dreadful. But this picture will remain always young. It will never be older than this particular day of June… . If it were only the other way! If it were I who was to be always young, and the picture that was to grow old! For that—for that—I would give everything! Yes, there is nothing in the whole world I would not give! I would give my soul for that!
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12c. 1877 AD
Of course to one so modern as I am, `Enfant de mon siècle,’ merely to look at the world will be always lovely. I tremble with pleasure when I think that on the very day of my leaving prison both the laburnum and the lilac will be blooming in the gardens, and that I shall see the wind stir into restless beauty the swaying gold of the one, and make the other toss the pale purple of its plumes, so that all the air shall be Arabia for me. Linnaeus fell on his knees and wept for joy when he saw for the first time the long heath of some English upland made yellow with the tawny aromatic brooms of the common furze; and I know that for me, to whom flowers are part of desire, there are tears waiting in the petals of some rose. It has always been so with me from my boyhood. There is not a single colour hidden away in the chalice of a flower, or the curve of a shell, to which, by some subtle sympathy with the very soul of things, my nature does not answer. Like Gautier, I have always been one of those ‘pour qui le monde visible existe.
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15c. 1877 AD
Cold were the lips, yet he kissed them. Salt was the honey of the hair, yet he tasted it with a bitter joy. He kissed the closed eyelids, and the wild spray that lay upon their cups was less salt than his tears. And to the dead thing he made confession. Into the shells of its ears he poured the harsh wine of his tale. He put the little hands round his neck, and with his fingers he touched the thin reed of the throat. Bitter, bitter was his joy, and full of strange gladness was his pain.
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21c. 1877 AD
Because to influence a person is to give him one's own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts, or burn with his natural passions. His virtues are not real to him. His sins, if there are such things as sins, are borrowed. He becomes an echo of some one else's music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him. The aim of life is self-development. To realize one's nature perfectly -- that is what each of us is here for. People are afraid of themselves, nowadays. They have forgotten the highest of all duties, the duty that one owes to oneself. Of course they are charitable. They feed the hungry, and clothe the beggar. But their own souls starve, and are naked. Courage has gone out of our race. Perhaps we never really had it. The terror of society, which is the basis of morals, the terror of God, which is the secret of religion -- these are the two things that govern us.
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