“Nothing is so dangerous as being too modern. One is apt to grow old-fashioned quite suddenly. I have known many instances of it.—p:193” And I think this is the secret of the freshness we feel in Wilde’s style of writing; many others have been writing and will write but nearly all have forgotten and will be. We have known many instances of them. But among them, he is the one witty monster who knows that simplicity and moderation is the key to perfection. The real gem who writes about the results of being shallow and empty, and forgetting the mere love we can give each other as a gift; the common problem in every society.

These plays are “in every way the visible personification of absolute perfection.__p:301”

I love him.