Music fathoms the sky. – Charles Baudelaire
I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy. – Charles Baudelaire
Music fathoms the sky. – Charles Baudelaire
I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy. – 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
A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else. – Charles Baudelaire