fuckyeahvintageillustration:

Illustrations for a 1911 German edition of Oscar Wilde’s stories and fairytales by German illustrator Heinrich Vogeler.

(Source)

(via fuckyeahoscarwilde)

alecshao:

Oscar Wilde’s letter to an Oxford student on the uselessness of art:

My dear Sir

Art is useless because its aim is simply to create a mood. It is not meant to instruct, or to influence action in any way. It is superbly sterile, and the note of its pleasure is sterility. If the contemplation of a work of art is followed by activity of any kind, the work is either of a very second-rate order, or the spectator has failed to realise the complete artistic impression. 

A work of art is useless as a flower is useless. A flower blossoms for its own joy. We gain a moment of joy by looking at it. That is all that is to be said about our relations to flowers. Of course man may sell the flower, and so make it useful to him, but this has nothing to do with the flower. It is not part of its essence. It is accidental. It is a misuse. All this is I fear very obscure. But the subject is a long one.

Truly yours,

Oscar Wilde

(via sisifo)

Men always want to be a woman’s first love. That is their clumsy vanity. We woman have a more subtle instinct about things. What we like is to be a man’s last romance.