Everything is dangerous, my dear fellow. If it wasn't so, life wouldn't be worth living.
Oscar WildeRead
Public Opinion... an attempt to organize the ignorance of the community, and to elevate it to the dignity of physical force.
Interpretation
The quote critiques how public opinion often represents collective ignorance that is then given power and importance.
Oscar Wilde's quote highlights the irony in how public opinion, frequently shaped by misinformation or superficial understanding, is given weight and authority in society. Rather than being a reflection of informed consensus, it can be a manifestation of collective ignorance that is elevated to a form of power, making it a dangerous tool in shaping policies and cultural norms.
In practice
In a speech about democracy, one might reference Wilde's quote to illustrate the dangers of unexamined public opinion.
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
No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.
In a repressive society, a writer can be deeply influential, but in a society that's filled with glut and repetition and endless consumption, the act of terror may be the only meaningful act.
If we did a good act merely from love of God and a belief that it is pleasing to Him, whence arises the morality of the Atheist? ...Their virtue, then, must have had some other foundation than the love of God.
Our social and economic system cannot march toward better days unless it is inspired by things of the Spirit. It is here that the higher purposes of individualism must find their sustenance.
From the proletarians nothing is to be feared. Left to themselves, they will continue from generation to generation and from century to century, working, breeding, and dying, not only without any impulse to rebel, but without the power of grasping that the world could be other than it is.
Here halt, I pray you, make a little stay. O wayfarer, to read what I have writ, And know by my fate what thy fate shall be. What thou art now, so shall thou be. The world's delight I followed with a heart Unsatisfied: ashes am I, and dust.
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