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“Comment tout cela finirait-il, comment tout cela était-il destiné à finir, voilà qui n'avait pas d'importance. Il ressemblait à ces silhouettes gracieuses aperçues dans une fête ou sur une scène, dont les joies nous paraissent très lointaines, mais dont les souffrances excitent notre sens de la beauté et dont les blessures sont comme des roses rouges.”

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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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