I know not whether laws be right or whether laws be wrong.
All that we know who lie in jail is that the wall is strong and each day is like a year, a year whose days are long.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves.
By each, let this be heard.
Some do it whith a bitter look, some with a flattering word.
The coward does it with a kiss, the brave man with a sword.
Some kill their love when they are young and some when they are old.
Some strangle with the hands of lust, some with the hands of gold.
The kindest use a knife, because the dead so soon grow cold.
Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die.
-- Oscar Wilde
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