And the wild regrets, and the bloody sweats, None knew so well as I: For he who lives more lives than one More deaths than one must die. Oscar Wilde, The Ballad of Reading Gaol More Quotes by Oscar Wilde, The Ballad of Reading Gaol More Quotes From Oscar Wilde, The Ballad of Reading Gaol Vile deeds like poison weeds bloom well in prison air, it is only what is good in man, that wastes and withers there. Oscar Wilde, The Ballad of Reading Gaol
