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
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.
civilization tables sin
Theory of the true civilization. It is not to be found in gas or steam or table turning. It consists in the diminution of the traces of original sin.
nature self voice
Nature... is nothing but the inner voice of self-interest.
vision looks window
He who looks through an open window sees fewer things than he who looks through a closed window.
inspiration imagination
Inspiration comes of working every day.
beauty fashion men
The idea which man forms of beauty imprints itself throughout his attire, rumples or stiffens his garments, rounds off or aligns his gestures, and, finally, even subtly penetrates the features of his face.
men water secret
A man who drinks only water has a secret to hide from his fellow men.
choices feelings way
Romanticism is precisely situated neither in choice of subject, nor exact truth, but in the way of feeling.
practice sacred sorcery
There is a word, in a verb, something sacred which forbids us from using it recklessly. To handle a language cunningly is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery.
literature melancholy type
I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.