More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
by
Oscar Wilde
They have forgotten the highest of all duties, the duty that one owes to one's self. Of course, they are charitable. They feed the hungry and clothe the beggar. But their own souls starve, and are naked. Courage has gone out of our race. Perhaps we never really had it. The terror of society, which is the basis of morals, the terror of God, which is the secret of religion – these are the two things that govern us. And yet–"
"Ah! this morning! You have lived since then."
There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.
Is insincerity such a terrible thing? I think not. It is merely a method by which we can multiply our personalities.

