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
government veins syphilis
We all have the republican spirit in our veins, like syphilis in our bones. We are democratized and venerealized.
love creating church
Unable to do away with love, the Church found a way to decontaminate it by creating marriage.
lying men expansion
Alas, human vices, however horrible one might imagine them to be, contain the proof (were it only in their infinite expansion) of man's longing for the infinite; but it is a longing that often takes the wrong route. It is my belief that the reason behind all culpable excesses lies in this depravation of the sense of the infinite.
seeds knows
I throw fresh seeds out. Who knows what survives?
art blessed suffering
Blessed art Thou, Lord, who giveth suffering As a divine remedy for our impurities.
women degrees proportion
We love women in proportion to their degree of strangeness to us.
strong cat pride
Both ardent lovers and austere scholars, when once they come to the years of discretion, love cats, so strong and gentle, the pride of the household, who like them are sensitive to the cold, and sedentary.
spring ambition cities
Who among us has not, in moments of ambition, dreamt of the miracle of a form of poetic prose, musical but without rhythm and rhyme, both supple and staccato enough to adapt itself to the lyrical movements of our souls, the undulating movements of our reveries, and the convulsive movements of our consciences? This obsessive ideal springs above all from frequent contact with enormous cities, from the junction of their innumerable connections.
happiness humble pride
It is good sometimes that the happy of this world should learn, were it only to humble their foolish pride for an instant, that there are higher, wider, and rarer joys than theirs.
wind insanity mind
Today I had a strange warning. I felt the wind of insanity brush my mind.
Where ever I am not is the place where I am myself.
eternal dandy superiority
Eternal superiority of the Dandy. What is the Dandy?
generations ants holes
The immense profundity of thought in vulgar locutions, like holes dug by generations of ants.
music travel men
My soul travels on the smell of perfume like the souls of other men on music.