La, tout nโest quโordre et beautรฉ Luxe, calme et voluptรฉ There, there is nothing else but grace and measure, Richness, quietness, and pleasure.
Charles BaudelaireModernity is the transitory, the fugitive, the contingent, which make up one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immutable. This transitory fugitive element, which is constantly changing, must not be despised or neglected.
Charles BaudelaireI sit in the sky like a sphinx misunderstood; My heart of snow is wed to the whiteness of swans; I hate the movement that displaces the rigid lines, With lips untaught neither tears nor laughter do I know.
Charles BaudelaireThere can be no progress-real, moral prgress-except in the individual and by the individual himself.
Charles Baudelaire