You must be drunk always. That is everything: the only question. Not to feel the horrible burden of Time that crushes your shoulders and bends you earthward, you must be drunk with-out respite. But drunk on what? On wine, on poetry, on virtue—take your pick. But be drunk.

BAUDELAIRE, Charles: LE SPLEEN DE PARIS (1869)

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