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
church wanted
Unable to suppress love, the Church wanted at least to disinfect it, and it created marriage.
love creating church
Unable to do away with love, the Church found a way to decontaminate it by creating marriage.
hate passion doe
Passion I hate, and spirit does me wrong. Let us love gently.
travel home independent
For the perfect idler, for the passionate observer it becomes an immense source of enjoyment to establish his dwelling in the throng, in the ebb and flow, the bustle, the fleeting and the infinite. To be away from home and yet to feel at home anywhere; to see the world, to be at the very center of the world, and yet to be unseen of the world, such are some of the minor pleasures of those independent, intense and impartial spirits, who do not lend themselves easily to linguistic definitions. The observer is a prince enjoying his incognito wherever he goes.
summer fall autumn
Soon we will plunge ourselves into cold shadows, and all of summer's stunning afternoons will be gone. I already hear the dead thuds of logs below falling on the cobblestones and the lawn.
procrastination long tasks
No task is a long one but the task on which one dare not start. It becomes a nightmare.
sarcastic art prostitution
What is art? Prostitution.
cat needs speak
When it meows, one scarcely hears it... It has not the need of words to speak the lengthiest phraseologies.
sweet strong cat
In my mind it strolls, as well as in my apartment. A cat, strong, sweet and delightful..
cat eye dust
Finer than any sand are dusts of gold that gleam, Vague starpoints, in the mystic iris of their eyes.
strong cat pride
... cats, so strong and gentle, the pride of the household...
habit duty
The habit of doing one's duty drives away fear.
men leisure common
It is unfortunately very true that, without leisure and money, love can be no more than an orgy of the common man. Instead of being a sudden impulse full of ardor and reverie, it becomes a distastefully utilitarian affair.
heart history towns
The form of a town changes more swiftly alas! Than the heart of a mortal.