Oscar Wilde: Citáty anglicky (strana 34)
Oscar Wilde byl dramatik, prozaik a básník. Citáty anglicky.“I have said to you to speak the truth is a painful thing. To be forced to tell lies is much worse.”
De Profundis (1897)
“We are the zanies of sorrow. We are clowns whose hearts are broken.”
De Profundis (1897)
“All trials are trials for one’s life, just as all sentences are sentences of death;”
De Profundis (1897)
Oscar Wilde, 1897, | Hart-Davis, ed., Letters of Wilde, p. 173 https://circle.ubc.ca/bitstream/handle/2429/19170/UBC_1974_A8%20S88.pdf
“I put all my genius into my life; I put only my talent into my works.”
J’ai mis tout mon génie dans ma vie; je n’ai mis que mon talent dans mes œuvres.
Conversation with André Gide in Algiers, quoted in letter by Gide to his mother (30 January 1895); popularized by Gide and often subsequently quoted in Gide’s later work and in "Gide, André (1869-1951)" at Standing Ovations http://www.mr-oscar-wilde.de/about/g/gide.htm; the conversation was again recalled in Gide’s journal of (3 July 1913), quoted in “André Gide’s ‘Hommage à Oscar Wilde’ or ‘The Tale of Judas’”, Victoria Reid (University of Glasgow, UK), Chapter 5 in [Reception of Oscar Wilde in Europe], edited by Stefano Evangelista (8 July 2010) part of a Continuum series The Reception of British and Irish Authors in Europe, ISBN 978-1-84706005-1, pp. 98–99 http://books.google.com/books?id=-oBmdCTSJ5IC&pg=PA98#v=onepage&q=%22I%20put%20all%20my%20genius%22, also footnote 6 (p. 99), quoting 1996 edition of Gide’s journal, pp. 746–47]
“And all, but Lust, is turned to dust
In Humanity's machine.”
Pt. V, st. 7
The Ballad of Reading Gaol (1898)
“What a pity that in life we only get our lessons when they are of no use to us.”
Lady Windermere, Act IV
Lady Windermere's Fan (1892)
“The note of the perfect personality is not rebellion, but peace.”
The Soul of Man Under Socialism (1891)
“Something was dead in each of us,
And what was dead was Hope.”
Pt. III, st. 29
The Ballad of Reading Gaol (1898)
Lady Bracknell, Act I
The Importance of Being Earnest (1895)
“Tread Lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.”
Requiescat, st. 1 (1881)