Charles Baudelaire

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There can be no progress-real, moral prgress-except in the individual and by the individual himself.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Art
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These beings have no other status, but that of cultivating the idea of beauty in their own persons, of satisfying their passions, of feeling and thinking.... Contrary to what many thoughtless people seem to believe, dandyism is not even an excessive delight in clothes and material elegance. For the perfect dandy, these things are no more than the symbol of the aristocratic superiority of his mind.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Believe
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Oh, Creator! Can monsters exist in the sight of him who alone knows how they were invented, how they invented themselves, and how they might not have invented themselves?
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Sight
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The old Paris is no more (the form of a city changes faster, alas! than a mortal's heart).
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Heart
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Our squalid society rushed, Narcissus to a man, to gaze on its trivial image on a scrap of metal.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Men
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Even when she walks one would believe that she dances.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Dance
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For the perfect idler, for the passionate observer it becomes an immense source of enjoyment to establish his dwelling in the throng, in the ebb and flow, the bustle, the fleeting and the infinite. To be away from home and yet to feel at home anywhere; to see the world, to be at the very centre of the world, and yet to be unseen of the world, such are some of the minor pleasures of those independent, intense and impartial spirits, who do not lend themselves easily to linguistic definitions. The observer is a prince enjoying his incognito wherever he goes.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Travel
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Il faut e pater le bourgeois. One must astound the bourgeois.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Bourgeois
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If rape or arson, poison or the knife Has wove no pleasing patterns in the stuff Of this drab canvas we accept as life - It is because we are not bold enough!
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Knives
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I am bored in France because everyone resembles Voltaire.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Bored
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I am a cemetery abhorred by the moon, In which long worms crawl like remorse.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Moon
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When a singer puts his hand on his heart, it means usually, I will always love you!
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Love You
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Be always drunken. Nothing else matters: that is the only question. If you would not feel the horrible burden of time weighing on your shoulders and crushing you to the earth, be drunken continually.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Crush
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Above my cradle loomed the bookcase where/ Latin ashes and the dust of Greece/ mingled with novels, history, and verse/ in one dark Babel. I was folio-high/ when I first heard the voices.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Latin
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As for techniques and processes, as seen in the works themselves, neither public nor artists will find anything about them here. Those things are learned in the studio and the public is interested only in the results.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Artist
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In this horror of solitude, this need to lose his ego in exterior flesh, which man calls grandly the need for love.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Love
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Certes, je sortirai quant a' moi satisfait D'un monde o u' l'action n'est pas la soeur du re" ve. Indeed, for my part, I shall be happy to leave A world where action is not sister to the dream.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Dream
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Good sense tells us that earthly things are rare and fleeting, and that true reality exists only in dreams. To draw sustenance from happiness- natural or artificial - you must first have the courage to swallow it; and those who perhaps most merit happiness are precisely those on whom felicity, as mortals conceive it, always acts as a vomitive.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Dream
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Dancing can reveal all the mystery that music conceals.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Dance
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It is the greatest art of the devil to convince us he does not exist.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Art
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The will to work must dominate, for art is long and time is brief.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Time
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To be away from home and yet to feel oneself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at the centre of the world, and yet to remain hidden from the world—impartial natures which the tongue can but clumsily define. The spectator is a prince who everywhere rejoices in his incognito.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Home
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In our corruption we perceive beauties unrevealed to ancient times.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Ancient
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With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Wine
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Drink wine, drink poetry, drink virtue.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Wine
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There are in every man, always, two simultaneous allegiances, one to God, the other to Satan. Invocation of God, or Spirituality, is a desire to climb higher; that of Satan, or animality, is delight in descent.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: God
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Here comes the time when, vibrating on its stem, every flower fumes like a censer; noises and perfumes circle in the evening air.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Time
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Romanticism is precisely situated neither in choice of subject, nor exact truth, but in the way of feeling.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Choices
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So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, be endlessly drunk.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Drunk
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Multitude, solitude: equal and interchangeable terms for the active and prolific poet.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Solitude
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Strangeness is an ingredient necessary in beauty.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Ingredients
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It is unfortunately very true that, without leisure and money, love can be no more than an orgy of the common man. Instead of being a sudden impulse full of ardor and reverie, it becomes a distastefully utilitarian affair.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Love
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There are but three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the warrior and the poet. To know, to kill and to create. The rest of mankind may be taxed and drudged, they are born for the stable, that is to say, to practise what they call professions.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Warrior
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Nothing in a portrait is a matter of indifference. Gesture, grimace, clothing, decor even - all must combine to realize a character.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Character
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A man who drinks only water has a secret to hide from his fellow men.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Men
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However incoherent a human existence may be, human unity is not bothered by it.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Unity
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The vices of man, as full of horror as one might suppose them to be, contain the proof (if in nothing else but their infinitely expandable nature) of his taste for the infinite; only, it is a taste that often takes a wrong turn.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Men
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I have to confess that I had gambled on my soul and lost it with heroic insouciance and lightness of touch. The soul is so impalpable, so often useless, and sometimes such a nuisance, that I felt no more emotion on losing it than if, on a stroll, I had mislaid my visiting card.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Gambling
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That in all times, mediocrity has dominated, that is indubitable; but that it reigns more than ever, that it is becoming absolutely triumphant and inhibiting, this is what is as true as it is distressing.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Mediocrity
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In certain almost supernatural states of the soul, the profundity of life reveals itself entirely in the spectacle, however ordinary it may be, before one's eyes. It becomes its symbol.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Eye
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Being a useful man has always seemed to me to be something truly hideous.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Men
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Amer savoir, celui qu'on tire du voyage! Bitter is the knowledge gained in travelling.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Voyages
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Delacroix was passionately in love with passion, but coldly determined to express passion as clearly as possible.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Passion
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La volupte unique et supre" me de l'amour g|"t dans la certitude de faire le mal. The unique, supreme pleasure of love consists in the certainty of doing evil.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Unique
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Unable to do away with love, the Church found a way to decontaminate it by creating marriage.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Love
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And over your unconsecrated head you'll hear the howling wolves lament their fate and yours the livelong year.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Fate
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Alas! Man's vices, horrible as they are supposed to be, contain the positive proof of his taste for the infinite.
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Men
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To glorify the cult of images (my great, my only, my earliest passion).
- Charles Baudelaire
Collection: Passion