In An Age When Empty Moralists Want To Legislate The Dictatorship of Theocratic Values Of The Few On The Many, Find Joy In Remembering the DEBASER Pleasure of Being Openly and Actively Wicked and Playfully Evil

“Sin is the only real colour-element left in modern life. ‘

‘You really must not say things like that before Dorian, Harry. ‘

I heard this was a tale of sound and fury, told my an idiot.. uh.. uh.. signifying nothing.

And I heard you were trying to lie and make it even worse for those of us who wanted to feed that fucking idiot and listen to his sob story.

I heard there was a secret chord.

If you want to make us all on our knees, at the barrel of your gun, writhing and imitating CHRIST, dear Pilate. You should know more about the man.

With the Son of God just hanging like a common criminal
“When I do wrong, I am with God, ” she thought
“When I feel lost, I am not at all”

Force the hand.

Break your fucking wrist.

God will remain constant when you understand your endless pain.

God will be there when you beg forgiveness.

THE ARTIST is the creator of beautiful things.

To reveal art and conceal the artist is art’s aim.

The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.

The highest as the lowest form of criticism is a mode of autobiography. Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.

Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.

They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty.

There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.

The nineteenth century dislike of Realism is the rage of Caliban seeing his own face in a glass.

The nineteenth century dislike of Romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in a glass.

The moral life of man forms part of the subject-matter of the artist, but the morality of art consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium.

No artist desires to prove anything. Even things that are true can be proved.

No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style.

No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything.

Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art.

Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art.

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.

All art is at once surface and symbol.

Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.

Those who read the symbol do so at their peril.

It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.

Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital.

When critics disagree the artist is in accord with himself.

We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it.

The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.

All art is quite useless. OSCAR WILDE.

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