I have to confess that I had gambled on my soul and lost it with heroic insouciance and lightness of touch. The soul is so impalpable, so often useless, and sometimes such a nuisance, that I felt no more emotion on losing it than if, on a stroll, I had mislaid my visiting card.
Charles BaudelaireTo say the word Romanticism is to say modern art - that is, intimacy, spirituality, color, aspiration towards the infinite, expressed by every means available to the arts.
Charles BaudelaireOne must work, if not from inclination, at least out of despair โ since it proves, on close examination, that work is less boring than amusing oneself.
Charles Baudelaire