Sunday, January 18, 2015


"My sweet rose, my delicate flower, my lily of lilies, 
it is perhaps in prison that I am going to test the power of love. 
I am going to see if I cannot make the bitter warders sweet 
by the intensity of the love I bear you. 
I have had moments when I thought it would be wise to separate. 
Ah! Moments of weakness and madness! 
Now I see that would have mutilated my life, ruined my art, 
broken the musical chords which make a perfect soul. 
Even covered with mud I shall praise you, 
from the deepest abysses I shall cry to you. 
In my solitude you will be with me."

Oscar Wilde - The Complete Letters of Oscar Wilde

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