There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create.
Charles Baudelaire (1821 – 1867), Mon Coeur Mis a Nu, XXII
There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create.
Charles Baudelaire (1821 – 1867), Mon Coeur Mis a Nu, XXII