Everything is dangerous, my dear fellow. If it wasn't so, life wouldn't be worth living.
It is better to be beautiful than to be good. But... it is better to be good than to be ugly.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote contrasts beauty and morality, suggesting that while beauty has its advantages, goodness holds greater value than ugliness.
Oscar Wilde's quote explores the complex relationship between beauty and morality, suggesting that while being beautiful may grant certain privileges and social advantages, being good, characterized by moral integrity and kindness, is ultimately more valuable than being ugly. In this reflection, Wilde implies that aesthetic beauty can be fleeting and superficial, whereas goodness, encompassing character and virtue, yields lasting worth that transcends physical appearances.
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Example use cases
This quote can be used in a discussion on the values of inner beauty at a seminar.
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