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
funny dog people
Where are the dogs going? you people who pay so little attention ask. They are going about their business. And they are very punctilious, without wallets, notes, and without briefcases.
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.
running dream strong
To dream magnificently is not a gift given to all men, and even for those who possess it, it runs a strong risk of being progressively diminished by the ever-growing dissipation of modern life and by the restlessness engendered by material progress. The ability to dream is a divine and mysterious ability; because it is through dreams that man communicates with the shadowy world which surrounds him. But this power needs solitude to develop freely; the more one concentrates, the more one is likely to dream fully, deeply.
love sex world
The lover of life makes the whole world into his family, just as the lover of the fair sex creates his from all the lovely women he has found, from those that could be found, and those who are impossible to find.
art evil effort
Evil is committed without effort, naturally, fatally; goodness is always the product of some art.
book reading party
A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.
men hands honor
I am unable to understand how a man of honor could take a newspaper in his hands without a shudder of disgust.
life devil doe
The devil's finest trick is to persuade you that he does not exist.
beauty ambition goal
Beauty is the sole ambition, the exclusive goal of Taste.
allegory
Everything for me becomes allegory
time funny-basketball originality
Nearly all our originality comes from the stamp that time impresses upon our sensibility.
progress literature decay
Progress, this great heresy of decay.
beauty art joy
It is one of the prodigious privileges of art that the horrific, artistically expressed, becomes beauty, and that sorrow, given rhythm and cadence, fills the spirit with a calm joy.
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.