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
satisfaction proud pleasure
It is the pleasure of astonishing others, and the proud satisfaction of never being astonished by them.
home study horror
A study of the Great Malady; horror of home.
monsters innocent strange-phenomena
Life swarms with innocent monsters.
wise art prayer
In the domain of painting and statuary, the present-day credo of the worldly wise, especially in France, is this: ... I believe that art is, and can only be, the exact reproduction of nature... An avenging God has heard the prayers of this multitude; Daguerre was his messiah.
photography art stupidity
If photography is allowed to supplement art in some of its functions, it will soon have supplanted or corrupted it altogether, thanks to the stupidity of the multitude which is its natural ally.
photography art enemy
This industry [photography], by invading the territories of art, has become art's most mortal enemy.
men narcissus metals
Our squalid society rushed, Narcissus to a man, to gaze on its trivial image on a scrap of metal.
shops visible universe
All the visible universe is nothing but a shop of images and signs.
queens eye angel
From Satan or from God, what matter? Angel or Siren, What matter, if you make - fairy with velvet eyes, Rhythm, perfume, light, o my only queen - The universe less hideous, each moment less strained?
sweet mouths silent
A silent mouth is sweet to hear.
knowing sake
The true voyagers are those who go for the sake of traveling . . . and without quite knowing why, they say, 'Let us depart!'.
ingredients strangeness
Strangeness is an ingredient necessary in beauty.
strong temptation virtue
There are some temptations which are so strong that they must be virtues.
moving thinking house
I think I would be happy in that place I happen not to be, and this question of moving house is the subject of a perpetual dialogue I have with my soul.