Everything is dangerous, my dear fellow. If it wasn't so, life wouldn't be worth living.
Oscar WildeRead
Perhaps, after all, America never has been discovered. I myself would say that it had merely been detected.
Interpretation
Wilde suggests that America's existence was not a discovery in the traditional sense, but rather an awareness of something already present.
This quote by Oscar Wilde posits the idea that the 'discovery' of America is less about a literal finding of land and more about the recognition and understanding of it by those who encountered it. It challenges the conventional narrative of discovery, encouraging a deeper reflection on the idea of existence and the perceptions we hold of places and cultures that we may not fully understand.
In practice
During a lecture on colonialism, this quote can illustrate how historical narratives can be reconsidered.
Everything is dangerous, my dear fellow. If it wasn't so, life wouldn't be worth living.
London is too full of fogs and serious people. Whether the fogs produce the serious people, or whether the serious people produce the fogs, I don't know.
When one has never heard a man's name in the course of one's life, it speaks volumes for him; he must be quite respectable.
Men always want to be a woman's first love - women like to be a man's last romance.
A truth ceases to be true when more than one person believes in it.
His morality is all sympathy, just what morality should be
Good or bad people can be democratically elected, but it is always easy to fight for human rights under this system.
Living is being born slowly. It would be a little too easy if we could borrow ready-made souls.
To desire and expect nothing for oneself and to have profound sympathy for others is genuine holiness.
If two angels were to receive at the same moment a commission from God, one to go down and rule earth’s grandest empire, the other to go and sweep the streets of its meanest village, it would be a matter of entire indifference to each which service fell to his lot, the post of ruler or the post of scavenger; for the joy of the angels lies only in obedience to God’s will, and with equal joy they would lift a Lazarus in his rags to Abraham’s bosom, or be a chariot of fire to carry an Elijah home.
Humankind can't stand too much reality.
With so many thousand joys, is it not black ingratitude to call the world a place of sorrow and torment?
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