3 December 2020 Charles Baudelaire Nature is a temple in which living columns sometimes emit confused words. Man approaches it through forests of symbols, which observe him with familiar glances.
3 December 2020 Charles Baudelaire An artist is an artist only because of his exquisite sense of beauty, a sense which shows him intoxicating pleasures, but which at the same time implies and contains an equally exquisite sense of all deformities and all disproportion.
3 December 2020 Charles Baudelaire It would be difficult for me not to conclude that the most perfect type of masculine beauty is Satan, as portrayed by Milton.
3 December 2020 Charles Baudelaire The dance can reveal everything mysterious that is hidden in music, and it has the additional merit of being human and palpable. Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.
3 December 2020 Charles Baudelaire Those men get along best with women who can get along best without them.
3 December 2020 Charles Baudelaire The lover of life makes the whole world into his family, just as the lover of the fair sex creates his from all the lovely women he has found, from those that could be found, and those who are impossible to find.
3 December 2020 Charles Baudelaire Common sense tells us that the things of the earth exist only a little, and that true reality is only in dreams.
3 December 2020 Charles Baudelaire Who would dare assign to art the sterile function of imitating nature?
3 December 2020 Charles Baudelaire The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist cries with terror before being defeated.
3 December 2020 Charles Baudelaire The unique and supreme voluptuousness of love lies in the certainty of committing evil. And men and women know from birth that in evil is found all sensual delight.
3 December 2020 Charles Baudelaire Any healthy man can go without food for two days – but not without poetry.
3 December 2020 Charles Baudelaire There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness.
3 December 2020 Charles Baudelaire It is the hour to be drunken! to escape being the martyred slaves of time, be ceaselessly drunk. On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.
3 December 2020 Charles Baudelaire This life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed with a desire to change his bed.
3 December 2020 Charles Baudelaire I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.
3 December 2020 Charles Baudelaire The pleasure we derive from the representation of the present is due, not only to the beauty it can be clothed in, but also to its essential quality of being the present.
3 December 2020 Charles Baudelaire Modernity is the transient, the fleeting, the contingent it is one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immovable.
3 December 2020 Charles Baudelaire I consider it useless and tedious to represent what exists, because nothing that exists satisfies me. Nature is ugly, and I prefer the monsters of my fancy to what is positively trivial.
3 December 2020 Charles Baudelaire Modernity is the transitory, the fugitive, the contingent, which make up one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immutable. This transitory fugitive element, which is constantly changing, must not be despised or neglected.
3 December 2020 Charles Baudelaire Even in the centuries which appear to us to be the most monstrous and foolish, the immortal appetite for beauty has always found satisfaction.
3 December 2020 Charles Baudelaire It is time to get drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk get drunk without stopping! On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.
3 December 2020 Charles Baudelaire A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else.
3 December 2020 Charles Baudelaire I love Wagner, but the music I prefer is that of a cat hung up by its tail outside a window and trying to stick to the panes of glass with its claws.
3 December 2020 Charles Baudelaire Even if it were proven that God didn’t exist, Religion would still be Saintly and Divine.
