The immense profundity of thought in vulgar locutions, like holes dug by generations of ants.
Charles BaudelaireA friend of mine, the most innocuous dreamer who ever lived, once set a forest on fire to see, as he said, if it would catch as easily as people said. The first ten times the experiment was a failure; but on the eleventh it succeeded all too well.
Charles BaudelaireNothing is as tedious as the limping days, When snowdrifts yearly cover all the ways, And ennui, sour fruit of incurious gloom, Assumes control of fateโs immortal loom
Charles Baudelaire