Sick?--What's sick? Who is 'well'? Do you imagine, if you or I were minutely examined, we would be one hundred percent 'well'?

As I Stare Up At The Night Sky I Close My Eyes And Let My Memories Shine Free, Without A Doubt In My Mind This Feeling Is Soothing Listening To The Waves Of The Sea

There is something about gin, the tang in it of the deep wildwood, perhaps, that always makes me think of twilight and mists and dead maidens. Tonight it tinkled in my mouth like secret laughter.

La vida es una cuestión de nervios, de fibras, y de células lentamente elaboradas en las que el pensamiento se esconde y la pasión tiene sus sueños.

Written By Oscar Wilde

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