Wilde was not a great poet nor a consummate prose writer. He was a very astute Irishman who encompassed in epigrams an esthetic credo which others before him scattered in the space of long pages. He was an enfant terrible.

His reputation will go on increasing because scarcely anyone reads him.

The only happy author in this world is he who is below the care of reputation.

I've always been famous, it's just no one knew it yet.

Literature is news that STAYS news.

The fame of his likes circulates briskly but soon grows heavy and stale; and as for history it will limit his life story to the dash between two dates.

I am an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort.

All is ephemeral — fame and the famous as well.

A celebrity is one who is known to many persons he is glad he doesn't know.

Too famous, for his life was pure, </br> And man can ill another's fame endure.

And whether he wanted to be or not, he was famous.

Strike had always marvelled at the strange sanctity conferred upon celebrities by the public, even while the newspapers denigrated, hunted or hounded them. No matter how many famous people were convicted of rape or murder, still the belief persisted, almost pagan in its intensity: not him. It couldn't be him. He's famous.

Fame for me is not external, it’s internal. So I’ve been famous for a long time.

A celebrity is a person who works hard all his life to become known, then wears dark glasses to avoid being recognized