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“I would not a bit mind sleeping in the cool grass in summer, and when winter came on sheltering myself by the warm close-thatched rick, or under the penthouse of a great barn, provided I had love in my heart.”

Quote by Oscar Wilde

Work

De Profundis

De Profundis is a deeply personal and philosophical text that delves into the complexities of human emotions and the human condition. The author's exploration of love and betrayal is both intimate and profound, offering a unique perspective on spiritual and emotional turmoil. more

Author

Oscar Wilde
Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde, born on October 16, 1854, in Ireland, and died on November 30, 1900, was a renowned Irish writer, playwright, and poet. His works are known for their wit, satire, and unique style, with notable works including 'The Picture of Dorian Gray' and 'Lady Windermere's Fan'. more

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