"There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about."
We're still talking about you Oscar, many, many celebrities later.
Alas, there are times it may be better to escape discussion by others; especially those that dwell amidst the often scathing sphere of Dandyism.
Dear old Oscar would doubtless have cared as little about the barbed views of detractors during his lifetime, as he's likely to do in dead mode.
Noel Coward was the first subsequent dandy to struggle with being amused by Wilde's plays. A diary entry during 1946 remarks "Am reading more of Oscar Wilde. What a tiresome, affected sod."
While Quentin Crisp - an exhibitionist and contemporary of Coward - lived in the shadows of the latter's fame until the 1970s. However his lectures on Life Style are beyond brilliant and his sentiment towards Wildean ways (after much analysis) essentially the same: "At the very time when his style should have saved him it abandoned him, because it wasn't anchored in sincerity."
(Mr Crisp developed a unique variant of 'Wildean' wit which became unknown as 'Crisperanto' - well worthy of study in all its wry realms).
Meanwhile present day dandy par excellence Lawrence Llewellyn-Bowen could not help but observe that Wilde was "handicapped at birth with a very large face indeed."
Mr Wilde might well have expanded his own remark with some such caveat as '... not being talked about - unless the speakers are striving to reach your stature.'
Let's put it another way: shall his critics be widely talked about over a century after their time? And where does that leave the rest of us dismal creatures?
Happy in our here and now, let's hope: with the rich legacy that great books and characters have brought our way.