We are weighed down, every moment, by the conception and the sensation of Time. And there are but two means of escaping and forgetting this nightmare: pleasure and work. Pleasure consumes us. Work strengthens us. Let us choose.
Charles Baudelaire (1821–1867), French poet. My Heart Laid Bare (written c. 1865), published in Intimate Journals, sct. 111 (1887), trans. by Christopher Isherwood (1930), rev. by Don Bachardy (1989).