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
happiness beauty way
There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness.
beauty satisfaction apathy
Even in the centuries which appear to us to be the most monstrous and foolish, the immortal appetite for beauty has always found satisfaction.
delight matter infinity
What can an eternity of damnation matter to someone who has felt, if only for a second, the infinity of delight?
life cities atmosphere
The life of our city is rich in poetic and marvelous subjects. We are enveloped and steeped as though in an atmosphere of the marvelous; but we do not notice it.
needs divine stills
Quand me" me Dieu n'existerait pas, la religion serait encore sainte et divineDieu est le seul e" tre qui, pour re gner, n'ait me" me pas besoin d'exister. Even if God did not exist, religion would still be holyand divine.God isthe only being who, inorder toreign, need not even exist.
art destiny evil
Le mal se fait sans effort, naturellement, par fatalite ; le bien est toujours le produit d'un art. Evil is done without effort, naturally, it's destiny; good is always a product of art.
home world tongue
To be away from home and yet to feel oneself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at the centre of the world, and yet to remain hidden from the world—impartial natures which the tongue can but clumsily define. The spectator is a prince who everywhere rejoices in his incognito.
beautiful mean despair
It is at despair at not being able to be noble and beautiful by natural means that we have made up our faces so strangely.
book reading party
A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.
childhood inspire genius
Genius is nothing more nor less than childhood recaptured at will.
art evil effort
Evil is committed without effort, naturally, fatally; goodness is always the product of some art.
life devil doe
The devil's finest trick is to persuade you that he does not exist.
love sex world
The lover of life makes the whole world into his family, just as the lover of the fair sex creates his from all the lovely women he has found, from those that could be found, and those who are impossible to find.
heart knowing light
But the true voyagers are only those who leave Just to be leaving; hearts light, like balloons, They never turn aside from their fatality And without knowing why they always say: "Let's go!