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“Even now I cannot help feeling that it is a mistake to think that the passion one feels in creation is every really shown in the work one creates. Art is always more abstract than we fancy. Form and color tell us of form and color – that is all. It often seems to me that art conceals the artist far more completely than it ever reveals him”

Quote by Oscar Wilde

Book:The Picture Of Dorian Gray
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The Picture Of Dorian Gray

The story follows the protagonist Dorian Gray, whose portrait ages while he remains youthful, leading to a dark exploration of the consequences of unchecked desires. more

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Oscar Wilde
Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde, born on October 16, 1854, in Ireland, and died on November 30, 1900, was a renowned Irish writer, playwright, and poet. His works are known for their wit, satire, and unique style, with notable works including 'The Picture of Dorian Gray' and 'Lady Windermere's Fan'. more

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