"There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathise with the colour, the beauty, the joy of life. The less said...

It is rarely in the world's history that its ideal has been one of joy and beauty. The worship of pain has far more often dominated the world.
~ Oscar Wilde ~












It is rarely in the world's history that its ideal has been one of joy and beauty. The worship of pa...
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