Charles Baudelaire Quote
Ascend beyond the sickly atmosphereto a higher plane, and purify yourselfby drinking as if it were ambrosiathe fire that fills and fuels Emptiness.Free from the futile strivings and the careswhich dim existence to a realm of mist,happy is he who wings an upward wayon mighty pinions to the fields of light;whose thoughts like larks spontaneously riseinto the morning sky; whose flight, unchecked,
Charles Baudelaire
Ascend beyond the sickly atmosphereto a higher plane, and purify yourselfby drinking as if it were ambrosiathe fire that fills and fuels Emptiness.Free from the futile strivings and the careswhich dim existence to a realm of mist,happy is he who wings an upward wayon mighty pinions to the fields of light;whose thoughts like larks spontaneously riseinto the morning sky; whose flight, unchecked,