What men call love is a very small, restricted, feeble thing compared with this ineffable orgy, this divine prostitution of the soul giving itself entire, all its poetry and all its charity, to the unexpected as it comes along, to the stranger as he passes.
Charles BaudelaireIt is easy to understand why the rabble dislike cats. A cat is beautiful; it suggests ideas of luxury, cleanliness, voluptuous pleasures.
Charles BaudelaireThere is no dream of love, however ideal it may be, which does not end up with a fat, greedy baby hanging from the breast.
Charles BaudelaireImagination is the queen of truth, and possibility is one of the regions of truth. She is positively akin to infinity.
Charles Baudelaire