De Profundis

by Oscar Wilde

for the great of soul, and great events can be seen only by those who are on a level with them. * * * * *

It seems to me that we all look at Nature too much, and live with her too little. I discern great sanity in the Greek attitude.

have grown tired of the articulate utterances of men and things. The Mystical in Art, the Mystical in Life, the Mystical in Nature this is what I am looking for. It is absolutely necessary for me to find it somewhere.

Nature, whose sweet rains fall on unjust and just alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undisturbed. She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.

Beautiful