#to

In this ever-changing world, it's more important than ever that our top-notch military continues to receive the resources needed to serve and protect our country. ↗

— Max Baucus

#country #ever #ever-changing #important #military

It is time to get drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk; get drunk without stopping! On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#get #martyred #poetry #slaves #stopping

A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#company #counselor #counselors #garden #multitude

The Woman had told her that Tomorrow never comes, but Elizabeth knows better. It will come sometime. Some beautiful morning she will just wake up and find it is Tomorrow. Not Today but Tomorrow. And then things will happen…wonderful things. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#tomorrow #beauty

An artist is an artist only because of his exquisite sense of beauty, a sense which shows him intoxicating pleasures, but which at the same time implies and contains an equally exquisite sense of all deformities and all disproportion. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#beauty #because #contains #deformities #disproportion

It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#each #ill #luck #misunderstanding #never

Any newspaper, from the first line to the last, is nothing but a web of horrors, I cannot understand how an innocent hand can touch a newspaper without convulsing in disgust. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#cannot #disgust #first #hand #horrors

For each letter received from a creditor, write fifty lines on an extraterrestrial subject and you will be saved. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#each #extraterrestrial #fifty #letter #lines

Modernity is the transitory, the fugitive, the contingent, which make up one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immutable. This transitory fugitive element, which is constantly changing, must not be despised or neglected. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#being #changing #constantly #contingent #despised

The lover of life makes the whole world into his family, just as the lover of the fair sex creates his from all the lovely women he has found, from those that could be found, and those who are impossible to find. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#creates #fair #family #find #found