Finer than any sand are dusts of gold that gleam, Vague starpoints, in the mystic iris of their eyes.
Charles BaudelaireBe always drunken. Nothing else matters: that is the only question. If you would not feel the horrible burden of time weighing on your shoulders and crushing you to the earth, be drunken continually.
Charles BaudelaireThere is no such thing as a long piece of work, except one that you dare not start.
Charles BaudelaireFrance at the dinner table in faraway places; but here, among ourselves, in the family, let us face the facts: France is not poetic; to tell the truth, she even feels a congenital horror of poetry. Among the writers who use verse, those whom she will always prefer are the most prosaic.
Charles Baudelaire