Oct 16, 1854 - Nov 30, 1900
was an Irish writer and poet
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For every minute spent in organizing, an hour is earned.
Who, being loved, is poor?
Popularity is the one insult I have never suffered.
Everything popular is wrong.
Simple pleasures are always the last refuge of the complex
Pessimist: One who, when he has the choice of two evils, chooses both.
Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast.
Patriotism is the virtue of the vicious.
Paradoxically though it may seem, it is none the less true that life imitates art far more than art imitates life
A pessimist is an optimist with experience
May the pain you have known and the conflict you have experienced give you the strength to walk through life facing each new situation with courage and optimism.
Whenever a man does a thoroughly stupid thing, it is always from the noblest motives.
A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.
Looking good and dressing well is a necessity. Having a purpose in life is not.
The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.
The final mystery is oneself.
Murder is always a mistake - one should never do anything one cannot talk about after dinner
Morality is simply the attitude we adopt towards people whom we personally dislike.
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his.
Talk to every woman as if you loved her, and to every man as if he bored you, and at the end of your first season you will have the reputation of possessing the most perfect social tact
Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship.
Woman begins by resisting a man's advances and ends up blocking his retreat.
A man's face is his autobiography. A woman's face is her work of fiction.
When a man has once loved a woman he will do anything for her except continue to love her.
I like men who have a future and women who have a past
The moment you think you understand a great work of art, it's dead for you.
How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being.
The world has grown suspicious of anything that looks like a happily married life.
The world has been made by fools that men should live in it
Love is born with the pleasure of looking at each other, it is fed with the necessity of seeing each other, it is concluded with the impossibility of separation.
