||[10 Jun 2005|09:51pm]
I've taken to reading this book of Oscar Wilde I had when I was younger (what a lovely wizard, even for a half-blood--a shame no where short of Beaubaxtons has a decent literature ciriculum), and have come to the conclusion that one can find excellent maxims for every day life in texts a century old. The old ways are, after all, best.
Some of the more...favorable...passages.
A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal.
A man can be happy with any woman as long as he does not love her.
Arguments are to be avoided; they are always vulgar and often convincing.
Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.
Illusion is the first of all pleasures.
One should always play fairly when one has the winning cards.
The aim of life is self-development. To realize one's nature perfectly - that is what each of us is here for.
To disagree with three-fourths of the British public is one of the first requisites of sanity.
Excellent maxims; quite applicable to a few people I know. A pity more half-bloods weren't this intelligent; the world would have been more orderly.