And yet to wine, to opium even, I prefer the elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself; and in the wasteland of desire your eyes afford the we… - Charles Baudelaire

Plonger au fond du gouffre, Enfer ou Ciel, qu'importe? / Au fond de l'Inconnu pour trouver du NOUVEAU! (rough translation : Into the abyss — Heaven or Hell, what difference does it make? / To the depths of the Unknown to find the NEW!)

This life is a hospital where every patient is possessed with the desire to change beds; one man would like to suffer in front of the stove, and another believes that he would recover his health beside the window.

All beauties, like all possible phenomena, have something of the eternal and something of the ephemeral — of the absolute and the particular.