As a remedy against all ills; poverty, sickness, and melancholy only one thing is absolutely necessary; a liking for work. – Charles Baudelaire
I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy. – Charles Baudelaire
Genius is no more than childhood recaptured at will, childhood equipped now with mans physical means to express itself, and with the analytical mind that enables it to bring order into the sum of experience, involuntarily amassed. – Charles Baudelaire
Whether you come from heaven or hell, what does it matter, O Beauty! – Charles Baudelaire