Oscar Wilde. De Profundis (№ 387953)

In that Society, what we have created, for me there is no place and there will be never; but Nature, whose gentle rain still sprinkled right and wrong, will find me a cave in the rocks where I can hide, and secret valleys, where I can cry without interference, it will uniplet stars of the night sky, so I could wander around in the darkness without stumbling, and saweet wind my tracks so no one found me offensive, it would wash over me the waters of the great and bitter herbs will heal me.