Romanticism is precisely situated neither in choice of subject, nor exact truth, but in the way of feeling.
Charles BaudelaireAnd, drunk with my own madness, I shouted at him furiously, "Make life beautiful! Make life beautiful!
Charles BaudelaireYou are sitting and smoking; you believe that you are sitting in your pipe, and that your pipe is smoking you; you are exhaling yourself in bluish clouds. You feel just fine in this position, and only one thing gives you worry or concern: how will you ever be able to get out of your pipe?
Charles Baudelaire