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It's time, Old Captain, lift anchor, sink! The land rots; we shall sail into the night;if now the sky and sea are black as inkour hearts, as you must know, are filled with light. Only when we drink poison are we well –we want, this fire so burns our brain tissue, to drown in the abyss – heaven or hell, who cares? Through the unknown, we'll find the new. ("Le Voyage")Charles Baudelaire
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Thanks be to God, Who gives us sufferingas sacred remedy for all our sins, that best and purest essence which preparesthe strong in spirit for divine delights!Charles Baudelaire
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The old Paris is no more (the form of a city changes faster, alas! than a mortal's heart).Charles Baudelaire