“…the thorn-crown of the poet
will blossom into roses for our pleasure;
for our delight his despair will gild its own thorns,
and his pain, like Adonis, be beautiful in its agony;
and when the poet’s heart breaks it will break in music.”
~ Oscar Wilde ~
Digitally enhanced image created from an original photo taken in Paris in September 2016.
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“No one can understand Paris and its history who does not understand that its fierceness is the balance and justification of its frivolity. It is called a city of pleasure; but it may also very specially be called a city of pain. The crown of roses is also a crown of thorns. Its people are too prone to hurt others, but quite ready also to hurt themselves. They are martyrs for religion, they are martyrs for irreligion; they are even martyrs for immorality.” ~ Gilbert K. Chesterson