What strange phenomena we find in a great city, all we need do is stroll about with our eyes open. Life swarms with innocent monsters.
Charles BaudelaireNo task is a long one but the task on which one dare not start. It becomes a nightmare.
Charles BaudelaireThe Poet is a kinsman in the clouds Who scoffs at archers, loves a stormy day; But on the ground, among the hooting crowds, He cannot walk, his wings are in the way.
Charles Baudelaire