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August 21, 2013

The martyr in his 'shirt of flame' may be looking on the face of God, but to him who is piling the faggots or loosening the logs for the blast the whole scene is no more than the slaying of an ox is to the butcher, or the felling of a tree to the charcoal-burner in the forest, or the fall of a flower to one who is mowing down the grass with a scythe. Great passions are for the great soul, and great events can be seen only by those who are on a level with them.

Oscar Wilde - De Profundis

Posted by amin at August 21, 2013 12:58 AM