...joy. Tired of being on the heights, I deliberately went to the depths in the search for new sensation. What the paradox was to me in the sphere of thought,...madness, or both. I grew careless of the lives of pthers. I took pleasure where it pleased me, and passed on. I forgot that every little action of the...

...joy. Tired of being on the heights, I deliberately went to the depths in the search for new sensation. What the paradox was to me in the sphere of thought,...others. I took pleasure where it pleased me, and passed 1 on. I forgot that every little action of the common day makes or unmakes character, and that therefore...

...heights, I deliberately went into the depths in the search for new sensations. Desire at the end became a malady or a madness or both. I grew careless of the lives of others. I took pleasure wherever it pleased me and passed on. I ceased to be lord over myself. I was no longer the captain...

...heights, I deliberately went into the depths in the search for new sensations. Desire at the end became a malady or a madness or both. I grew careless of the lives of others. I took pleasure wherever it pleased me and passed on. I ceased to be lord over myself. I was no longer the captain...

...reckless cultivation of the paradox in deeds. He himself puts this in another and a better way — " What the paradox was to me in the sphere of thought,...perversity became to me in the sphere of passion." In reflecting upon the prolonged and terrible ordeal through which he passed at the Old Bailey, I cannot...

...and so he states in De Profundis with the correlated admission that it is responsible for his fall: "What the paradox was to me in the sphere of thought,...perversity became to me in the sphere of passion." The greatest paradox is of course the clever, more than clever, essay on the Decay of Lying. Not only...

...gives us an idea of Wilde's knowledge of the theater. Somewhere in " De Profundis," Wilde said : " What paradox was to me in the sphere of thought, perversity became to me in the realm of passion." So indeed did paradox play havocwith him in his writings as truly as ever perversity...

...eighteen-nineties. Sternberg, one of the last dandies, might have adopted a statement by Oscar Wilde as his motto: "What the paradox was to me in the sphere of thought,...perversity became to me in the sphere of passion." Dietrich's persona clearly derives from the cruel women imagined by Victorian aesthetes — Swinburne's...

...God-like figure whom Wilde has created (a kind of extension of Dorian Gray) possessed one major flaw. 'What the paradox was to me in the sphere of thought, perversity became to me in the sphere of passion ... I was no longer the Captain of my Soul, and did not know it.'" Wilde turns to the only remedy,...

...myself be lured into long spells of senseless and sensual ease. I amused myself with being a flâneur, a dandy, a man of fashion. I surrounded myself with...pleasure where it pleased me, and passed on. ... I ceased to be Lord over myself. ... I ended in horrible disgrace. (Letters of Oscar Wilde, p. 466) 3...