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
beautiful drunk madness
And, drunk with my own madness, I shouted at him furiously, "Make life beautiful! Make life beautiful!
beautiful running adventure
The son will run away from the family not at eighteen but at twelve, emancipated by his gluttonous precocity; he will fly not to seek heroic adventures, not to deliver a beautiful prisoner from a tower, not to immortalize a garret with sublime thoughts, but to found a business, to enrich himself and to compete with his infamous papa.
beautiful care i-care
What do I care if you are good? Be beautiful! and be sad!
beautiful ideas water
If a given combination of trees, mountains, water, and houses, say a landscape, is beautiful, it is not so by itself, but because of me, of my favor, of the idea or feeling I attach to it.
beauty beautiful looks
Where one should see only what is beautiful, our public looks only for what is true.
beautiful cat ideas
It is easy to understand why the rabble dislike cats. A cat is beautiful; it suggests ideas of luxury, cleanliness, voluptuous pleasures.
beautiful art creativity
The beautiful is always bizarre.
beautiful math noble
Everything that is beautiful and noble is the product of reason and calculation.
beautiful childhood theatre
What I have always found most beautiful in the theatre, in my childhood, and still today, is lustre--a beautiful object, luminous, crystalline, complex, circular, symmetrical. However, I do not absolutely deny the value of dramatic literature. Only, I should like the actors to be mounted on high pattens, to wear masks more expressive than the human face, and to speak through megaphones.
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.
shown thank
Thank you. You have shown me the way back to myself.
listen night soft
Listen, my darling, listen to soft night approaching.
happiness delight multitudes
A multitude of small delights constitute happiness
allegory
Everything for me becomes allegory