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
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.
men hideous idleness
Being a useful man has always seemed to me to be something truly hideous.
doe dandy idleness
A Dandy does nothing.
stupidity lazy study
The photographic industry was the refuge of all the painters who couldn't make it, either because they had no talent or because they were too lazy to finish their studies. Hence this universal infatuation was not only characterized by blindness and stupidity, but also by vindictiveness.
art real philosophy
There can be no progress-real, moral prgress-except in the individual and by the individual himself.
love-you mean heart
When a singer puts his hand on his heart, it means usually, I will always love you!