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
artist photographer copiers
Photographers, you will never become artists. All you are is mere copiers.
men might taste
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.
hysteria seductive church
I have always been astonished that women were allowed to enter churches. What conversation can they possibly have with God? The eternal Venus (caprice, hysteria, fantasy) is one of the seductive forms of the Devil.
vampire veins my-own
I am the vampire at my own veins.
stars philosophical thoughtful
In philosophical inquiry, the human spirit, imitating the movement of the stars, must follow a curve which brings it back to its point of departure. To conclude is to close a circle.
beauty beautiful looks
Where one should see only what is beautiful, our public looks only for what is true.
fire long caves
I lived for a long time under vast porticos That maritime suns tinted with a thousand fires, And whose great pillars, straight and majestuous In the evening made seem like basaltic caves.
beauty expression currents
For me, Romanticism is the most recent and the most current expression of beauty.
bored france conformity
I am bored in France because everyone resembles Voltaire.
heart self knives
I am the wound and the knife! I am the slap and the cheek! I am the limbs and the rack, And the victim and the executioner! I am the vampire of my own heart.
eye soul perception
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.
hanging-on taste pleasure
The taste for pleasure attaches us to the present. The concern with our salvation leaves us hanging on the future.
beauty earth causes
It is this admirable and immortal instinct for beauty which causes us to regard the earth and its spectacles as a glimpse, a correspondence of the beyond.
regret men rights
It is regrettable that, among the Rights of Man, the right of contradicting oneself has been forgotten.