Nature, Whose Sweet Rains Fall Of Just And Unjust Alike, Will Have
Clefts In The Rocks Where I May Hide, And Secret Valleys In Whose Silence
I May Weep Undetected.
... Nature, whose sweet rains fall of just and unjust alike, will have
clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence
I may weep undetected. She will hang the night with stars so that I may
walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my
footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in
great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.
-- Oscar Wilde,
-- De Profundis
