Oh! my friend, when you feel bursting on your lips the vow of eternal love, do not be afraid to yield, but do not confound wine with intoxication; do not think the cup divine because the draft is of celestial flavor; do not be astonished to find it broken and empty in the evening.
Alfred de MussetLook at the sun! Itโs dry, itโs dead, it needs a drink, it wants blood! And Iโll give it blood!
Alfred de Musset