“I throne in the azure like a misunderstood sphinx;
I unite a heart of snow with the whiteness of swans;
I hate movement that shifts lines,
And I never cry and I never laugh.”

“With snow for flesh, with ice for heart,
I sit on High, an unguessed sphinx
Begrudging acts that alter forms ;
I never laugh – and never weep.”

(Baudelaire – Beauty)