Charles Baudelaire
Charles Baudelaire
Charles Pierre Baudelaire; April 9, 1821 – August 31, 1867) was a French poet who also produced notable work as an essayist, art critic, and pioneering translator of Edgar Allan Poe...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth9 April 1821
CityParis, France
CountryFrance
art men spirit
The more a man cultivates the arts the less he fornicates. A more and more apparent cleavage occurs between the spirit and the brute.
love taste facts
Love is a taste for prostitution. In fact, there is no noble pleasure that cannot be reduced to Prostitution.
monsters innocent strange-phenomena
Life swarms with innocent monsters.
passion determined
Delacroix was passionately in love with passion, but coldly determined to express passion as clearly as possible.
spring ambition cities
Who among us has not, in moments of ambition, dreamt of the miracle of a form of poetic prose, musical but without rhythm and rhyme, both supple and staccato enough to adapt itself to the lyrical movements of our souls, the undulating movements of our reveries, and the convulsive movements of our consciences? This obsessive ideal springs above all from frequent contact with enormous cities, from the junction of their innumerable connections.
strong cat pride
Both ardent lovers and austere scholars, when once they come to the years of discretion, love cats, so strong and gentle, the pride of the household, who like them are sensitive to the cold, and sedentary.
women degrees proportion
We love women in proportion to their degree of strangeness to us.
art blessed suffering
Blessed art Thou, Lord, who giveth suffering As a divine remedy for our impurities.
spiritual art mean
Torture, as the art of discovering the truth, is barbaric nonsense; it is the application of a material means to a spiritual end.
seeds knows
I throw fresh seeds out. Who knows what survives?
wind insanity mind
Today I had a strange warning. I felt the wind of insanity brush my mind.
men narcissus metals
Our squalid society rushed, Narcissus to a man, to gaze on its trivial image on a scrap of metal.
lying men expansion
Alas, human vices, however horrible one might imagine them to be, contain the proof (were it only in their infinite expansion) of man's longing for the infinite; but it is a longing that often takes the wrong route. It is my belief that the reason behind all culpable excesses lies in this depravation of the sense of the infinite.
government veins syphilis
We all have the republican spirit in our veins, like syphilis in our bones. We are democratized and venerealized.