Finer than any sand are dusts of gold that gleam, Vague starpoints, in the mystic iris of their eyes.
Charles BaudelaireWhat is exhilarating in bad taste is the aristocratic pleasure of giving offense.
Charles BaudelairePoetry has no goal other than itself; it can have no other, and no poem will be so great, so noble, so truly worthy of the name of poem, than one written uniquely for the pleasure of writing a poem.
Charles BaudelaireAscend 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 Baudelaire