Blessed art Thou, Lord, who giveth suffering As a divine remedy for our impurities.
Charles BaudelaireI have cultivated my hysteria with delight and terror. Now I suffer continually from vertigo, and today, 23rd of January, 1862, I have received a singular warning, I have felt the wind of the wing of madness pass over me.
Charles BaudelaireLife is a hospital in which every patient is possessed by a desire to change his bed.
Charles BaudelaireLa, tout nโest quโordre et beautรฉ Luxe, calme et voluptรฉ There, there is nothing else but grace and measure, Richness, quietness, and pleasure.
Charles Baudelaire