The solitary and thoughtful stroller finds a singular intoxication in this universal communion. The man who loves to lose himself in a crowd enjoys feverish delights that the egoist locked up in himself as in a box, and the slothful man like a mollusk in his shell, will be eternally deprived of. He adopts as his own all the occupations, all the joys and all the sorrows that chance offers.
Charles BaudelaireThe insatiable thirst for everything that lies beyond, and that life reveals, is the most living proof of our immortality.
Charles BaudelaireWithin the bottle's depths, the wine's soul sang one night. Drink wine, drink poetry, drink virtue.
Charles Baudelaire