Oscar Wilde,
from The Soul of Man Under Socialism (1891)
 
 

    ***What I mean by a perfect man is one who develops under perfect conditions; one who is not wounded, or worried, or maimed, or in danger.  Most personalities have been obliged to be rebels.  Half their strength has been wasted in friction.  Byron's personality, for instance, was terribly wasted in its battle with the stupidity, and hypocrisy, and Philistinism of the English.  Such battles do not always intensify strength: they often exaggerate weakness.  Byron was never able to give us what he might have given us.  Shelley escaped better.  Like Byron, he got out of England as soon as possible.  But he was not so well known.
 



 

 

 

 

 

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