Life has but one true charm: the charm of the game. But what if weโre indifferent to whether we win or lose?
Charles BaudelaireHere comes the time when, vibrating on its stem, every flower fumes like a censer; noises and perfumes circle in the evening air.
Charles BaudelaireMultitude, solitude: equal and interchangeable terms for the active and prolific poet.
Charles Baudelaire