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To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.

Oscar Wilde, The Soul of Man under Socialism

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The idea in context

This comes from Wilde's essay The Soul of Man under Socialism. The source context is art, individual freedom, and suspicion of social systems that flatten the person. Oscar Wilde (1854–1900) was an Irish poet and playwright famed for his wit, author of 'The Picture of Dorian Gray'.

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Aynı kart, başka bir dilde.

Yaşamak, dünyadaki en nadir şeydir. Çoğu insan yalnızca var olur, hepsi bu.
Oscar Wilde, Sosyalizmde İnsanın Ruhu

Bu söz Wilde'ın Sosyalizm ve İnsan Ruhu denemesinden gelir. Denemenin arka planında sanat, bireysel özgürlük ve insanı düzleştiren toplumsal sistemlere duyulan kuşku vardır. Oscar Wilde (1854–1900); zekâsıyla ünlü, 'Dorian Gray'in Portresi'nin yazarı İrlandalı şair ve oyun yazarıydı.

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