Ascend beyond the sickly atmosphere to a higher plane, and purify yourself by drinking as if it were ambrosia the fire that fills and fuels Emptiness. Free from the futile strivings and the cares which dim existence to a realm of mist, happy is he who wings an upward way on mighty pinions to the fields of light; whose thoughts like larks spontaneously rise into the morning sky; whose flight, unchecked, outreaches life and readily comprehends the language of flowers and of all mute things.
Charles BaudelaireThe taste for pleasure attaches us to the present. The concern with our salvation leaves us hanging on the future.
Charles BaudelaireFor each letter received from a creditor, write fifty lines on an extraterrestrial subject and you will be saved.
Charles Baudelaire