and here he is... again

Charles Baudelaire!!!

--Tell me, you enigmatical man, whom do you love the most? Your father or your mother, your sister or your brother?
--I have neither father, mother, sister, nor brother.
--Your friends, then?
--You're using a word which has thus far remained beyond the range of my vocabulary.
--Your country?
--I haven't the remotest notion of the latitude in which it is situated.
--Beauty?
--Yes, Beauty I could care for, but Beauty as a goddess, deathless and divine.
--Money?
--I hate the gold the way you hate God.
--So, out with it then: what thing is to your liking,you extraordinary stranger.
--I love the clouds... the passing clouds... the ones drifting around up there... way up there...those marvelous clouds!