A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else. – Charles Baudelaire
There is no more steely barb than that of the Infinite. – Charles Baudelaire
A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else. – Charles Baudelaire
There is no more steely barb than that of the Infinite. – Charles Baudelaire
In this horror of solitude, this need to lose his ego in exterior flesh, which man calls grandly the need for love. – Charles Baudelaire
Everything that is beautiful and noble is the product of reason and calculation. – Charles Baudelaire