"Our most fiery moments of ectasy are merely shadows
of what somewhere else we have felt,
or of what we long someday to feel...
I mmyself would sacrifice everything for a new experience,
and I know there is no such thing as a new eperience at all.
I think I would more readily die for what i do not believe in
than for what I hold to be true.
I would go to the stake for a sensation
and be a skeptic to the last!
Only one thing remains infinitely fascinating to me,
the mystery of moods.
To be a master of these moods is exquisite,
to be mastered by them more exquisite still.
Sometimes I think that the artistic life is a long and lovely suicide
and I am not sorry that it is so."
Oscar Wilde.
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