If rape or arson, poison or the knife Has wove no pleasing patterns in the stuff Of this drab canvas we accept as life - It is because we are not bold enough!
Charles BaudelaireLa, tout nโest quโordre et beautรฉ Luxe, calme et voluptรฉ There, there is nothing else but grace and measure, Richness, quietness, and pleasure.
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 Baudelaire