I don't want to earn a living, I want to live. — Oscar Wilde
I don't want to earn a living, I want to live. — Oscar Wilde
I don't want to earn a living, I want to live. — Oscar Wilde
I don't want to earn a living, I want to live. — Oscar Wilde
I don't want to earn a living, I want to live. — Oscar Wilde
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I don't want to earn a living, I want to live.

— Oscar Wilde
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