My dear,

Vile deeds like poison weeds bloom well in prison air, it is only what is good in man, that wastes and withers there.

You’ll find no kind soul breathing prison air, for you come in cruel or you learn to be there. You’ll find no fair man breathing prison air, for you come in twisted or you learn to be there.

Vile deeds like poison weeds bloom well in prison air, it is only what is good in man, that wastes and withers there.

Falsely yours,
Oscar Fingal O’Flahertie Wills Wilde