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"Neste mundo há somente duas tragédias. Uma é não conseguir o que se quer, a outra é consegui-lo"

Oscar Wilde nasceu a 16 de Outubro de 1854 em Dublin, Irlanda.
Morreu a 30 de Novembro de 1900.

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Then he flew back and told the Prince what he had seen.

"I am covered with fine gold," said the Prince, "you must take it
off, leaf by leaf, and give it to my poor; the living always think
that gold can make them happy."

Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the Swallow picked off, till the
Happy Prince looked quite dull and grey. Leaf after leaf of the
fine gold he brought to the poor, and the children's faces grew
rosier, and they laughed and played games in the street. "We have
bread now!" they cried.

(...)

"Bring me the two most precious things in the city," said God to
one of His Angels; and the Angel brought Him the leaden heart and
the dead bird.

"You have rightly chosen," said God, "for in my garden of Paradise
this little bird shall sing for evermore, and in my city of gold
the Happy Prince shall praise me."

Oscar Wilde, Happy Prince