De Profundis

"...but Nature, whose sweet rains fall on unjust and just alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silences I may weep undisturbed. She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none will track me to my hurt; she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole."

Oscar Wilde
1897