Modernity 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 BaudelaireLife has but one true charm: the charm of the game. But what if weโre indifferent to whether we win or lose?
Charles BaudelaireWhat can an eternity of damnation matter to someone who has felt, if only for a second, the infinity of delight?
Charles Baudelaire