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
hate passion doe
Passion I hate, and spirit does me wrong. Let us love gently.
heaven matter doe
Whether you come from heaven or hell, what does it matter, O Beauty!
dream baby doe
There is no dream of love, however ideal it may be, which does not end up with a fat, greedy baby hanging from the breast.
doe dandy idleness
A Dandy does nothing.
life devil doe
The devil's finest trick is to persuade you that he does not exist.
beauty doe different
All forms of beauty, like all possible phenomena, contain an element of the eternal and an element of the transitory - of the absolute and of the particular. Absolute and eternal beauty does not exist, or rather it is only an abstraction creamed from the general surface of different beauties. The particular element in each manifestation comes from the emotions: and just as we have our own particular emotions, so we have our own beauty.
listen night soft
Listen, my darling, listen to soft night approaching.
satan towards
There are in every man, at every hour, two simultaneous postulations, one towards God, the other towards Satan
art aspiration available expressed means modern towards word
To say the word Romanticism is to say modern art -- that is, intimacy, spirituality, color, aspiration towards the infinite, expressed by every means available to the arts.
result
All which is beautiful and noble is the result of reason and calculation.
art evil good product
Evil is done without effort, naturally, it is the working of fate; good is always the product of an art
art modernity signifies
Modernity signifies the transitory, the fugitive, the contingent, the half of art of which the other half is the eternal and the immutable.
below dost outcasts paradise passion thou
To lepers and to outcasts thou dost show - that passion is the paradise below
happiness delight multitudes
A multitude of small delights constitute happiness