In putting off what one has to do, one runs the risk of never being able to do it.
Charles BaudelaireOur squalid society rushed, Narcissus to a man, to gaze on its trivial image on a scrap of metal.
Charles BaudelaireLet us beware of common folk, of common sense, of sentiment, of inspiration, and of the obvious.
Charles BaudelaireWhat 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 Baudelaire