Any healthy man can go without food for two days - but not without poetry. — Charles Baudelaire. French poet and critic (1821–1867)
It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree.
There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create.
It is necessary to work, if not from inclination, at least from despair. Everything considered, work is less boring than amusing oneself.
We are weighed down, every moment, by the conception and the sensation of Time. And there are but two means of escaping and forgetting this nightmare: pleasure and work. Pleasure consumes us. Work strengthens us. Let us choose.