The cannon thunders… limbs fly in all directions… one can hear the groans of victims and the howling of those performing the sacrifice… its Humanity in search of happiness. – Charles Baudelaire
Whether you come from heaven or hell, what does it matter, O Beauty! – Charles Baudelaire
Any healthy man can go without food for two days — but not without poetry. – Charles Baudelaire
As the end of the century approaches, all our culture is like flies at the beginning of winter. Having lost their agility, dreamy and demented, they turn slowly about the window in the first icy mists of morning,…then they fall down the curtains. – Charles Baudelaire