The whole visible universe is but a storehouse of images and signs to which the imagination will give a relative place and value; it is a sort of pasture which the imagination must digest and transform.
Charles BaudelaireThe Poet is a kinsman in the clouds Who scoffs at archers, loves a stormy day; But on the ground, among the hooting crowds, He cannot walk, his wings are in the way.
Charles BaudelaireThis industry [photography], by invading the territories of art, has become art's most mortal enemy.
Charles Baudelaire