Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live; it is asking others to live as one wishes to live. And unselfishness is letting other people’s lives alone, not interfering with them. [1]
[1] This
quote is by Oscar Wilde. Oscar
Fingal O’Flahertie Wills Wilde was born in
Dublin in 1854 to Sir William Wilde, a philanthropic ear and eye surgeon and
writer, and his wife Lady Jane Francesca, a successful poet and journalist who
wrote patriotic Irish verse under the pseudonym “Speranza.” Oscar had an elder
brother, Willie, and a younger sister, Isola Francesca, who died at the age of
10. Oscar mourned Isola throughout his life, always keeping with him a lock of
her hair.

In 1884, Wilde married Constance Lloyd, daughter of wealthy Queens Counsel
Horace Lloyd. They had two sons, Cyril (1885) and Vyvyan (1886). To support his
family, Wilde accepted a job as the editor of Woman’s World magazine, where he worked from 1887-1889. In 1888 he
published The Happy Prince and Other
Tales, fairy-stories written for his two sons. His first and only novel, The Picture of Dorian Gray, was
published in 1891 and received a negative response. This was due in part to the
novel’s homoerotic overtones, which caused a sensation amongst Victorian
critics. In 1891 Oscar began an affair with Lord Alfred Douglas, nicknamed ‘Bosie’,
who became both the love of his life and his downfall. Wilde’s marriage ended
in 1893.
Wilde’s greatest
talent was for writing plays; his first, Lady
Windermere’s Fan, opened in 1892. He produced a string of extremely popular
comedies including A Woman of No
Importance (1893), An Ideal Husband (1895)
and the still-famous The Importance of
Being Earnest (1895). These plays were all highly acclaimed. In April 1895,
Wilde sued Bosie’s father for libel as the Marquis of Queensberry had accused
him of homosexuality. Wilde’s case was unsuccessful and he was himself arrested
and tried for gross indecency. He was sentenced to two years hard labor for the
crime of sodomy. During his time in prison he wrote De Profundis, a dramatic monologue and autobiography, which was
addressed to Bosie. Upon his release in 1897, he wrote The Ballad of Reading Gaol, revealing his concern for inhumane
prison conditions. He spent the rest of his life wandering Europe, staying with
friends and living in cheap hotels. He died of cerebral meningitis in 1900,
penniless, in a cheap Paris hotel. (Source: wilde-online.info)
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