Maybe you haven't heard of Oscar Wilde, but you must have seen his work. He is a representative writer of British aestheticism, a fairy tale writer and a playwright. He is the author of the novel "Portrait of Dorian Gray", the fairy tale "The Happy Prince", the letter "From the Depths", and the plays "Salome" and "Lady Wen's Fan".
He was talented and maverick.
When Wilde went to the United States to give a speech, he said: "I have nothing to declare, except my talent." ”
He was so confident in his talents that he said:
I'm so clever that sometimes I can't understand a word of what I'm saying.
It's not fair to expect others to be as good as yourself.
Of the poor and the rich, he put it this way:
When I was young, I thought money was the most important thing in the world, but now that I'm older, I know it's true.
There is only one class in society that wants more money than the rich, and that is the poor. The poor have nothing else to think about.
The only thing that can comfort the poor is profligacy. The only thing that can comfort the rich is frugality.
The real tragedy of the poor is that they have no conditions to do anything but self-denial.
About life, he said this:
Living according to one's own will is not selfish, asking others to live according to one's own wishes is selfish.
People like me who want to talk about themselves hate people like you who always like to talk about themselves.
There is only one thing in the world that is worse than being talked about, and that is that no one talks about it.
I like to talk to the wall, the only thing in the world that never lifts a bar with me.
Regarding love, he seems to be transparent and uninhibited, and when true love comes, it is the Waterloo of his life. For the sake of the same-sex lover, his wife and children left him, and he was sent to prison by the father of the same-sex lover for "offending morality".
His love poison chicken soup:
I see that men fall in love with women and dedicate only a small part of their lives to them, while women give everything for love.
One of the great things about marriage is that it makes cheating an absolute necessity in the lives of both spouses.
Crying is a refuge for ordinary women, but it is the Waterloo of beautiful women.
When he amazed the world with his works, everyone followed him with stars and moons, and he traveled back and forth to the upper class, spending money like dirt. When he was released from prison, he became a street rat again, and everyone shouted and beat him. At the age of 46, he died of poverty and illness in a Paris hotel.
With the passage of time, the world has become more and more tolerant, and more and more people have been moved by his works and fascinated by his poisonous chicken soup. Women lined up to kiss his tombstone. His tombstone was covered with the woman's lipstick mark.
Write at the end:
The genius is him, the fool is him.
Ego is him, inferiority is him.
The stars holding the moon are him, and the street rats are him.
It was he who bought wine, and it was he who was poor and sick.
The scumbag is him, trapped by love or him.
Heaven gave the geniuses extraordinary talents and gave them a bumpy life.
As ordinary people who have forgotten to kiss in heaven, we secretly rejoice in peace and joy!