Le Crime De Lord Arthur Savile
1921
Le Crime De Lord Arthur Savile is a novella by Oscar Wilde, first published in 1921. The story follows Lord Arthur Savile, who receives a troubling prophecy from a chiromancer that he must commit murder before marrying his beloved, Sybil Merton. Set against the backdrop of a vibrant social gathering, Wilde explores themes of duty, morality, and the absurdity of social conventions. This work reflects the literary experimentation of the late 19th century and critiques societal norms.
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“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.””
— Oscar Wilde
“Yes, death. Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace. You can help me. You can open for me the portals of death's house, for love is always with you, and love is stronger than death is.””
— Oscar Wilde
“He made me see what Life is, and what Death signifies, and why Love is stronger than both.””
— Oscar Wilde
“You can have your secret as long as I have your heart[.]””
— Oscar Wilde
“We have really everything in common with America nowadays, except, of course, language.””
— Oscar Wilde
“When a golden girl can winPrayer from out the lips of sin,When the barren almond bears,And a little child gives away its tears,Then shall all the house be stillAnd peace come to Canterville.””
— Oscar Wilde
“Far away beyond the pine-woods,' he answered, in a low dreamy voice, 'there is a little garden. There the grass grows long and deep, there are the great white stars of the hemlock flower, there the nightingale sings all night long. All night long he sings, and the cold, crystal moon looks down, and the yew-tree spreads out its giant arms over the sleepers.””
— Oscar Wilde
“It is very wrong to kill any one[.]""Oh, I hate the cheap severity of abstract ethics!””
— Oscar Wilde
“the Garden of Death""Yes, death. Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the softbrown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, andlisten to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. Toforget time, to forget life, to be at peace. You can help me.You can open for me the portals of death's house, for love isalways with you, and love is stronger than death is.””
— Oscar Wilde
