When I think about religion at all, I feel as if I would like to found an order for those who CANNOT believe: the Confraternity of the Faithless, one might call it, where on an altar, on which no taper burned, a priest in whose heart peace had no dwelling, might celebrate with unblessed bread and a chalice empty of wine. Everything to be true must become a religion. And agnosticism should have its ritual no less than faith. It has sown its martyrs and it must reap its saints, and praise God daily for having hidden himself from man. But whether it be faith or agnosticism, it must be nothing external to me. Its symbols must be of my own creating. Only that is spiritual which make its own form. If I may not find its secret within myself, I shall never find it; if I have not got it already, it will never come to me.
His list of favorite poets includes “myself” and his favorite occupation is “reading my own sonnets”.
Oh Oscar.
Ancient meme is ancient.
I regret my inability to read cursive on a daily basis. Cookies to anyone who will transcribe this for me?
I am actually going to cry because I’ll never meet him and we actually like a lot of the same things you don’t understand how much he’s impacted my life JESUS I am going to have a breakdown
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Salome. A Tragedy in One Act
Oscar Wilder. Illust. Aubrey Beardsley. John Lane, 1907.16 plates by Aubrey Beardsley, publisher’s decorative cloth gilt.
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from Oscar Wilde’s “L’anniversaire de l’infante”, illustrations by Alastair
(Source: gnossienne)
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Poster for the 1923 adaptation of Oscar Wilde’s Salomé by Charles Bryant, starring Alla Nazimova.
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“Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard.
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word.
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!”—Oscar Wilde, The Ballad of Reading Gaol
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