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
Any man who does not accept the conditions of human life sells his soul. – Charles Baudelaire
Every idea is endowed of itself with immortal life, like a human being. All created form, even that which is created by man, is immortal. For form is independent of matter: molecules do not constitute form. – Charles Baudelaire
Modernity is the transient, the fleeting, the contingent it is one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immovable. – Charles Baudelaire