The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist cries with terror before being defeated. Charles Baudelaire
In order not to feel time's horrid fardel bruise your shoulders, grinding you into the earth, get drunk and stay that way. On what? On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever. But get drunk! Charles Baudelaire
Unable to suppress love, the Church wanted at least to disinfect it, and it created marriage. Charles Baudelaire