The brother Liberty

"Not that I love thy children, whose dull eyes see nothing save their own unlovely woe, whose minds know nothing, nothing care to know, but that the roar of thy Democracies, thy reigns of Terror, thy great Anarchies, mirror my wildest passions like the sea and give my rage a brother Liberty!For thy sake only do thy dissonant cries delight my discreet soul, else might all king by bloody knout or treacherous cannonades rob nations of their rights inviolate and I remain unmoved and yet, and yet, these Christs that die upon the barricades, god knows it I am with them, in some things... "

"No entanto (ouvi!) cada um mata o que adora: o seu amor, o seu ideal. Alguns com uma palavra de lisonja,outros com um frio olhar brutal. O cobarde assassina com um beijo,o bravo mata com um punhal."

Oscar Wilde in Sonnet to Liberty & Balada do carcere de reading.