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
inspirational succeed weakness
There is a certain cowardice, a certain weakness, rather, among respectable folk. Only brigands are convinced-of what? That they must succeed. And so they do succeed.
work simple years
How many years of fatigue and punishment it takes to learn the simple truth that work, that disagreeable thing, is the only way of not suffering in life, or at all events, of suffering less.
people authority adore
The People adore authority.
epic philosopher poet
Pure draughtsmen are philosophers and dialecticians. Colourists are epic poets.
love clouds lovely
I love the clouds... the clouds that pass by... over there... over there... those lovely clouds!
archer wings clouds
The poet is like the prince of clouds Who haunts the tempest and laughs at the archer; Exiled on the ground in the midst of jeers, His giant wings prevent him from walking.
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.
art blessed suffering
Blessed art Thou, Lord, who giveth suffering As a divine remedy for our impurities.
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.
eternal dandy superiority
Eternal superiority of the Dandy. What is the Dandy?