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
believe feels-just clouds
You are sitting and smoking; you believe that you are sitting in your pipe, and that your pipe is smoking you; you are exhaling yourself in bluish clouds. You feel just fine in this position, and only one thing gives you worry or concern: how will you ever be able to get out of your pipe?
giving imagination pastures
The whole visible universe is but a storehouse of images and signs to which the imagination will give a relative place and value; it is a sort of pasture which the imagination must digest and transform.
best-love love-is crime
What is irritating about love is that it is a crime that requires an accomplice.
condiments indispensable strangeness
Strangeness is the indispensable condiment of all beauty.
poverty sickness melancholy
As a remedy against all ills - poverty, sickness, and melancholy - only one thing is absolutely necessary: a liking for work
running procrastination risk
In putting off what one has to do, one runs the risk of never being able to do it.
simple profound portraits
What could be more simple and more complex, more obvious and more profound than a portrait.
respect soldier three
There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create.
divine stills proven
Even if it were proven that God didn't exist, Religion would still be Saintly and Divine.
men giving surprise
There is no sweeter pleasure than to surprise a man by giving him more than he hopes for.
moon cemetery
I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed.
firsts ifs
If the word doesn't exist, invent it; but first be sure it doesn't exist.
dream attitude sleep
Drowsing, they take the noble attitude of a great sphinx, who, in a desert land, sleeps always, dreaming dreams that have no end.
crush beer earth
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.