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 wine hypocrite
If wine disappeared from human production, I believe there would be, in the health and intellect of the planet, a void, a deficiency far more terrible than all the excesses and deviations for which wine is made responsible. Is it not reasonable to suggest that people that never drink wine, whether naive or doctrinaire, are fools or hypocrites....?
wine night soul
Within the bottle's depths, the wine's soul sang one night. Drink wine, drink poetry, drink virtue.
wine drunk wish
You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it-it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk. But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.
believe wine void
If wine were to disappear from human production, I believe it would cause an absence, a failure in health and intellect, a void much more terrifying than all the recesses and the deviations for which wine is regarded as responsible.
wine order drunk
In order not to feel time's horrid fardel bruise your shoulders, grinding you into the earth, get drunk and stay that way. On what? On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever. But get drunk!
wine drunk virtue
With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
wine eagles moles
Wine transforms moles into eagles.
wine virtue drink
Drink wine, drink poetry, drink virtue.
inspirational wine drunk
It is time to get drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk; get drunk without stopping! On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.
drinking wine drunk
One should always be drunk. That's all that matters...But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.
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