“All art,” Oscar Wilde once announced, “is quite useless.” Selected here are some of his finest prose works on the subject of art – useless, illuminating, artificial, uplifting, radical, gorgeous, boring, sublime – and his most brilliant aphorisms on the creative life. Whether lamenting the crass urge to hold art to realist or natural standards or arguing against morality as a guiding principle, Wilde defends the artist while delighting the audience.
Oscar Fingal O'Fflahertie Wills Wilde was an Irish poet and playwright. After writing in different forms throughout the 1880s, he became one of the most popular playwrights in London in the early 1890s. He is best remembered for his epigrams and plays, his novel The Picture of Dorian Gray, and his criminal conviction for gross indecency for homosexual acts. Wilde's parents were Anglo-Irish intellectuals in Dublin. In his youth, Wilde learned to speak fluent French and German. At university, he read Greats; he demonstrated himself to be an exceptional classicist, first at Trinity College Dublin, then at Magdalen College, Oxford. He became associated with the emerging philosophy of aestheticism, led by two of his tutors, Walter Pater and John Ruskin. After university, Wilde moved to London into fashionable cultural and social circles. Wilde tried his hand at various literary activities: he wrote a play, published a book of poems, lectured in the United States and Canada on "The English Renaissance" in art and interior decoration, and then returned to London where he lectured on his American travels and wrote reviews for various periodicals. Known for his biting wit, flamboyant dress and glittering conversational skill, Wilde became one of the best-known personalities of his day. At the turn of the 1890s, he refined his ideas about the supremacy of art in a series of dialogues and essays, and incorporated themes of decadence, duplicity, and beauty into what would be his only novel, The Picture of Dorian Gray (1890). Wilde returned to drama, writing Salome (1891) in French while in Paris, but it was refused a licence for England due to an absolute prohibition on the portrayal of Biblical subjects on the English stage. Undiscouraged, Wilde produced four society comedies in the early 1890s, which made him one of the most successful playwrights of late-Victorian London. At the height of his fame and success, while An Ideal Husband (1895) and The Importance of Being Earnest (1895) were still being performed in London, Wilde issued a civil writ against John Sholto Douglas, the 9th Marquess of Queensberry for criminal libel. The Marquess was the father of Wilde's lover, Lord Alfred Douglas. The libel hearings unearthed evidence that caused Wilde to drop his charges and led to his own arrest and criminal prosecution for gross indecency with other males. The jury was unable to reach a verdict and so a retrial was ordered. In the second trial Wilde was convicted and sentenced to two years' hard labour, the maximum penalty, and was jailed from 1895 to 1897. During his last year in prison he wrote De Profundis (published posthumously in abridged form in 1905), a long letter that discusses his spiritual journey through his trials and is a dark counterpoint to his earlier philosophy of pleasure. On the day of his release, he caught the overnight steamer to France, never to return to Britain or Ireland. In France and Italy, he wrote his last work, The Ballad of Reading Gaol (1898), a long poem commemorating the harsh rhythms of prison life.
This man is fascinating. I love him. Oscar Wilde did not deserve what happened to him, RIP Oscar you would have loved to be a theatre kid and have a YouTube channel rating Met Gala outfits. RIP Oscar Wilde you would have loved drag queens and political podcasts.
oscar wilde is the most pretentious little gay man and I love it. the amount of stuff he can say on the most random topics is really impressive, and he throws in the most profound quotes that I legit have saved on my “pretty words” pinterest board.
A really worthwhile read if you enjoy essays with a bit of character.
first read of 2026!! i’ve actually been reading this forever, so it doesn’t totally feel like a 2026 book, but i did finish it today.
anyway, there’s some truly great stuff in here. i love oscar wilde’s pure appreciation of aesthetics and his willingness to make absurd arguments for the joy of developing an interesting idea. art criticism also has a sort of timelessness to it, i think. even if the things people are reading and viewing have obviously changed since wilde was alive, many of the questions we have about art are more or less the same. all of which to say, the ideas in this book have a pretty contemporary feel. which is cool.
“the decay of lying” was probably my favourite piece in this book. “the soul of man under socialism” also has some really interesting contemporary resonances - he lowkey makes a case for fully automated luxury communism here.
i found it a little tough to get through this, mostly because i struggle a bit with collections of essays or stories that weren’t written to be part of a collection. these pieces are all arts criticism, but that isn’t really enough to make this work as a collection. the individual pieces are great though. oscar wilde is cool, what can i say?
Never have I met a man so opinionated as Mr. Wilde. The aphorisms at the beginning of this collection are incredible; every single one could very successfully be co-opted onto a shirt or a mug or a bumper sticker on someone's Etsy page (I'm sure he'd loveeeee that). The three longer essays in the collection - The Decay of Lying, The Soul of Man Under Socialism, and The Truth of Masks - all have some wonderful highs and some serious detours. He seriously cannot stick to the point haha I swear this man just wanted to yap...and I can't help but adore him.
"Not that I agree with everything that I have said in this essay. There is much with which I entirely disagree. The essay simply represents an artistic standpoint, and in aesthetic criticism attitude is everything."
A seemingly-interesting little book that I bought in Ireland after seeing a wonderful production of "The Importance of Being Earnest". I quite like Wilde but this is not a great introduction; this book is made up of 3 essays and a collection of funny little quotes taken out of context from Wilde's writing. The quotes are sort of nothing, maybe good for a funny reddit post, and the first essay is almost interminable. The second essay isn't bad, and the third, on the importance of accurate costuming in theatrical productions, is a nice read.
A collection of writings and witticisms. A pleasant read, but not necessarily my favourite of Wilde’s writings. I’d sooner read his fiction or plays first, and then come here to get a deeper look into the man himself.
His tweets were so good… just hilarious stuff. My friend that I hate…. the socialism essay was aight. I like the way he ended it like Hell I don’t even agree with myself maybe. The essay at the end where he’s just waffling about his favourite Shakespeare fashion moments was Yawn
"They knew that Life gains from art not merely spirituality, depth of thought and feeling, soul-turmoil or soul-peace, but that she can form herself on the very lines and colours of art, and can reproduce the dignity of Pheidias as well as the grace of Praxiteles. Hence came their objection to realism. They disliked it on purely social grounds. They felt that it inevitably makes people ugly, and they were perfectly right."
WILD FOR WILDE I can't think of Oscar Wilde without remembering an incident with my family, whereby I forced them to accompany me to Oscar Wilde's afternoon tea in Cafe Royal. They made me eat all the sandwiches; suffice to say, they didn't enjoy it. I was and still am obsessed with this man, for I owe him a great deal. I wasn't the same person after reading The Picture of Dorian Gray, I, a physics geek at the time, fell in love with fiction and never looked back. His words are encapsulating to say the least, his charm is unlike anyone else in the world , and his reflections on the human experience imprint a long-lasting change. In here he features Schopenhauer, Balzac, Dosteyovski, Rousseau, Thackeray and Rudyard Kipling - EEK!
DON'T MISS OUT ON HIS COMPANY An absolute must, an absolute must. I'm so sad to have stopped being someone who is CURRENTLY READING OSCAR WILDE. Truly, he is a national treasure. Unfortunately, I can't unsee Stephen Fry as him ever since I saw the movie, which I absolutely recommend, but what a spectacular writer this man was. He gets away with being an absolutely unapologetic flamboyant writer with a flair that puts any other English author to shame, and he does ironically speak of the loss of joy that overcame literature at the time, how fashionable it became to be nihilistic, cold and depressed, not because of one's life philosophy but because of how the public would receive these pieces. He speaks of the authenticity of the artist like nothing I've seen, ever. He speaks of literature with the eye of a truly well-read critic who is absolutely in love with art and literature and who is truly frightened for its fate. Every sentence except for the last article, which was a love letter to Shakespeare, albeit a little too focused on the technical setup of the theatre, was better than the one before. I do think that Oscar Wilde is more of himself when he is writing fiction than when he's writing his essays but his way with words was like none other. It's magical being in his company, English charm at its best. With him, you get to understand what the term delicious writing really means.
TONGUE TYING SELECTED QUOTES
On (immorality): "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."
On Presentation: "The only way to atone for being occasionally a little over-dressed is by being always absolutely over-educated"
On Art: "I hate vulgar realism in literature. The man who would call a spade a spade should be compelled to use one"
On Work and Life: "I have always been of opinion that hard work is simply the refuge of people who have nothing to do"
On Oscar Wild: "The only thing that sustains one through life is the consciousness of the immense inferiority of everybody else and this is a feeling I have always cultivated"
THE DECAY OF LYING My absolute favourite part of the book, what a wonderful exchange between Cyril and Vivian to discuss the most current fashions of literature, political movements worth joining, nature and art, the self, the significance of the fascinating liar “Bored by the tedious and improving conversation of those who have neither the wit to exaggerate nor the genius to romance. Tired of the intelligent person whose reminiscences are always based upon memory, whose statements are invariably limited by probability, and who is at any time liable to be corroborated by the merest Philistine who happens to be present. Society sooner or later must return to its lost leader — the cultured and fascinating liar.”. On how life imitates art and the invention of a NEW TYPE "A great artist invents a type, and Life tries to copy it, to reproduce it in a popular form, like an enterprising publisher"
THE SOUL OF MAN UNDER SOCIALISM Here we take a journey on his opinions on what it means to be poor or wealthy, loved by god or cursed, the aquuisition of private propety, the French vs the English with relation to liberty of art and thought and how much of a role should the government and public opinion account for in the life of artists, the answer of course is NONE whatsoever. The part on individualism and private propety felt slightly inauthentic to me, it's filled with great prose but Wilde was very much living amongst the aristocrats and enjoyed the good things in life, as he should but the following was one of my favourite, though idealistic, thoughts put forward in his essay:
"Under the new conditions Individualism will be far freer, far finer, and far more intensified than it is now. I am not talking of the great imaginatively-realised Individualism of such poets as I have mentioned, but of the great actual Individualism latent and potential in mankind generally. For the recognition of private property has really harmed Individualism, and obscured it, by confusing a man with what he possesses. It has led Individualism entirely astray. It has made gain not growth its aim. So that man thought that the important thing was to have, and did not know that the important thing is to be. The true perfection of man lies, not in what man has, but in what man is."
Honourable Quote Mentions - Page 36 and 37:
WE SAY REALITY FICTION MAKES FACT, OW SAYS:
"We are merely carrying out, with footnotes and unnecessary additions, the whim or fancy or creative vision of a great novelist"
WE SAY THRIVE DON'T SURVIVE, OW SAYS:
"We try to improve the conditions of the race by means of good air, free sunlight, wholesome water, and hideous bare buildings for the better housing of the lower orders. But these things merely produce health, they do not produce beauty. For this, Art is required"
WE SAY SHE LOVED READING THACKERY, OW SAYS:
"I once asked a lady, who knew Thackeray intimately"
WE SAY ARTISTS STEAL , OW SAYS & PLEASE NOTE HE TRACES ALL THE LITERARY MOVEMENTS TO THEIR ORIGINS, A THESIS REALLY:
"This interesting phenomenon, which always occurs after the appearance of a new edition of either of the books I have alluded to, is usually attributed to the influence of literature on the imagination. But this is a mistake. The imagination is essentially creative, and always seeks for a new form. The boy-burglar is simply the inevitable result of life’s imitative instinct. He is Fact, occupied as Fact usually is, with trying to reproduce Fiction, and what we see in him is repeated on an extended scale throughout the whole of life. Schopenhauer has analysed the pessimism that characterises modern thought, but Hamlet invented it. The world has become sad because a puppet was once melancholy. The Nihilist, that strange martyr who has no faith, who goes to the stake without enthusiasm, and dies for what he does not believe in, is a purely literary product. He was invented by Tourgénieff, and completed by Dostoieffski. Robespierre came out of the pages of Rousseau as surely as the People’s Palace rose out of the débris of a novel. Literature always anticipates life. It does not copy it, but moulds it to its purpose. The nineteenth century, as we know it, is largely an invention of Balzac.
Favourite Book Date A perfect autumn day in Chelsea in a bench against the backdrop of a caramel coloured church. My favourite attempt to read this book was in a perfect Autumn Bloomsbury date where I met an incredible older woman called Diana Tyson, a researcher in French Medieval Literature. We met because she asked: What are you reading so enthusiastically?
I lovely little series of essays and aphorisms. Wilde would be a top tier dinner guest and I love how he just airs out his contemporaries and culture at large. Witty to the nth degree.
I bought this book as the first 2 essays made me burst out laughing in the bookstore. However my favorite was the Soul of Man under socialism. His observations on capitalism, critics, government, socio economic climates and how that affects individualism and the soul of man specifically artists is incredibly apt and still applicable to us today. However, personally found the other essays on the critique of realism in literature and theatrical critique on the accuracy of costumes a bit dull (Just to personal taste) and some of his points a bit too ungrounded.
Such a beautiful cover! I fell in love with the Archive series before it even came out, and seeing Wilde on the list, of course I had to get this one. A very in depth collection of essays on some of Wildes observations and “hot takes” per se. Very detailed and sometimes excruciatingly hard to read, but always love me some of his writing.
The Decay of Lying talks about the art of lying as an art, and how it should be practiced more. The themes of Art, Life and Nature are often discussed in this one, and I found it quite interesting. A perspective I never thought about deeply till I read this. Very controversial, very urgent I would say.
The Soul of Man Under Socialism was probably my favourite one. The longest essay in the book, this essay goes in detail about Socialism as a concept, and other ideals that intercept and influence socialism. He talks deeply about Individualism, and what makes an artist an artist. I really do love his opinion on this topic. The thought that an artist is perfect only in himself when he does things of own free will is an opinion I greatly share. Making and being influenced by the public opinion or FOR public opinion as disgraceful.
The Truth of Masks, okay this one was a bit hard for me to get through. Discusses Shakespeare and his attention to costume in his plays and how vital they are to the creation of dramatic arts. Have yet to read or know much about Shakespeare so a lot of the references and comments in this essay was quite meaningless to me.
This is my first time reading Oscar Wilde, and I have to admit, he’s such an interesting individual. The whole time I was reading his piece, it felt like I was listening to a podcast. Like actually entertaining. The amount of stuff he can say about the most random topics, and the way he jumps from one thing to another but somehow makes it feel seamless, is really impressive.
What I love most is how he gives me new perspectives without trying too hard to sound deep. For instance, when he said "life is the imitation of art" my first reaction was literally, the fuck is he talking about? But then the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. And when he said "the aim of love is to love, no more, no less" I was like, huh? That’s it? But again, after sitting with it for a bit, I was like… annoying, but he’s right.
Overall, it was a really fun, witty, brain-tickling read. Oscar Wilde feels less like a “serious classic author” and more like that one smart friend who keeps dropping weirdly accurate one-liners that you don’t appreciate until later. I feel like if Oscar Wilde had Twitter, he would go viral instantly but get canceled within 24 hours. I love him.
This booklet contains three essays by Wilde: 'The Decay of Lying,' 'The Soul of Man Under Socialism,' and 'The Truth of Masks.' Alongside a short collection of aphorisms. They are largely commentaries on art but, of course, 'The Soul of Man' is also a political advocacy for anarchist communism.
I really like Wilde's forceful, often funny style here. He isn't always quite truthful - he says at the end of 'The Truth of Masks' that he himself doesn't agree with everything he has said - but the polemical style has its own uses. 'Soul of Man' is one of the few examples of an individualistic communist position - Emma Goldman would be the other. His advocacy for a certain artifice in 'Decay' is a rare position and welcome. However, I did feel that he could have cut down on the number of words. The second half of 'The Soul of Man' is quite rambling and seems disconnected from what came before, and 'Masks' is all about stage costuming, a topic my small interest in isn't sustained through till the end.
Oscar Wilde cannot stay on one essay topic for his life… ‘The Soul of Man Under Socialism’ evolves rapidly from Socialism to individualism to the-public-as-bad-art-critics to journalistic decline and so on; similarly ‘The Decay of Lying’ jumps around sporadically, though less so.
Witty and silly writing (but low key making points…)
* Features such iconic and much-quoted gems as:
“The only way to atone for being occasionally a little over-dressed is by being always absolutely over-educated.”
“Public opinion exists only where there are no ideas.”
And “The first duty in life is to be as artificial as possible. What the second duty no one has as yet discovered.”
The first works, collections of quotes —almost poetry— ‘On (Im)morality’, ‘On Presentation’, etc are delightful!
But the final three chapters of the book (essays) are long and self-looping, repetitive, and have long stretches of very contentless clever chatter.
'Sympathy with pain there will, of course, always be. It is one of the first instincts of man. The animals which are individual, the higher animals that is to say, share it with us. But it must be remembered that while sympathy with joy intensifies the sum of joy in the world, sympathy with pain does not really diminish the amount of pain. It may make man better able to endure evil but the evil remains. Sympathy with consumption does not cure consumption; that is what Science does. And when Socialism has solved the problem of disease, the area of the sentimentalists will be lessened, and the sympathy of man will be large, healthy and spontaneous. Man will have joy in the contemplation of the joyous lives of others.' - the soul of man under socialism
Actually very pleasantly surprised. I got this book as part of a buy 2 get 1 free deal and picked it because Wilde was the only author out of the selection that I knew. The first three essays/stories/writings are all very entertaining, fascinating and worthy of reflection. I loved learning about the criticism of realism, art under socialism, individualism and Oscar’s little punchlines about art, beauty, life and more. The last story bore me to death but perhaps that has more to do with my lack of interest regarding the subject matter so I won’t focus on that too much. If you’re an artist, I recommend this.
Oscar jesteś nietuzinkowy, gejowy, skrupulatny i ikoniczny i przez większość czasu mnie irytujesz, ale być może to zasługa mojego niedorobionego angielskiego i coś co miało być bystre, wydało mi się nudną już krytyką, pretensjonalnością i jakimś roszczeniowym podejściem.
Chociaż na koniec miał refleksję, co do ostatniego tekstu. Napisał, że sam nie zgadza się ze wszystkim co napisał.
Potem myślę o stronach wychwalania różnych artystów… więc nie tylko narzekał 🤔
3.5 ⭐️ overall. Though I particularly enjoyed his essay on socialism, “The Soul of Man under Socialism.” Very well conveyed points, in his usual style that is full of personality. My main criticism is how wordy some of the essays feel, particularly, “The Truth of Masks.” I found that one particularly hard to get through, despite its intriguing take on how Shakespeare, in particular, used dress and stage to carry the illusions of his plays.
Unfair because it isn't at all Wilde's fault, but he is simply far too erudite for me. His literary knowledge outpaces even my vaguest referrential knowledge within the space of a few pages and his indulgent, swirling prose dizzies me to sleep. I'm putting this in the same camp as Dante (whom I fully believe I did not give a fair shake nor proper appreciation) in that it is an aspirational text, for me to appreciate when I'm more focused and more willing.
wow, i didn’t know oscar wilde was a socialist—or even better, an anarchist. his essay “the soul of man under socialism” reminded me a lot of chomsky. slay, dandy! still not sure about the stars… maybe 3.5, i’ll see if i change my mind. these essays made me realise how much i missed aesthetics—thank you oscar for reminding me why i even took a minor
did not agree with everything Mr. Wilde said here, and he didn’t either! he had very interesting arguments about socialism that I think still hold up today. I did get kind of lost in the art criticism though. given the chance I would love to invite him to a dinner party and a showing of any modern musical. he would be enamored and appalled. rip king