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“But while there were times when I rejoiced in the idea that my sufferings were to be endless, I could not bear them to be without meaning. Now I find hidden somewhere away in my nature something that tells me that nothing in the whole world is meaningless, suffering least of all. That something hidden away in my nature, like a treasure in a field, Is Humility.”

Quote by Oscar Wilde

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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

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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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