In putting off what one has to do, one runs the risk of never being able to do it.
Charles BaudelaireIt is one of the prodigious privileges of art that the horrific, artistically expressed, becomes beauty, and that sorrow, given rhythm and cadence, fills the spirit with a calm joy.
Charles BaudelaireOur squalid society rushed, Narcissus to a man, to gaze on its trivial image on a scrap of metal.
Charles BaudelaireWhen it meows, one scarcely hears it... It has not the need of words to speak the lengthiest phraseologies.
Charles Baudelaire