What can an eternity of damnation matter to someone who has felt, if only for a second, the infinity of delight?
Charles BaudelaireAnd over your unconsecrated head you'll hear the howling wolves lament their fate and yours the livelong year.
Charles BaudelaireYou are sitting and smoking; you believe that you are sitting in your pipe, and that your pipe is smoking you; you are exhaling yourself in bluish clouds. You feel just fine in this position, and only one thing gives you worry or concern: how will you ever be able to get out of your pipe?
Charles Baudelaire