"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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