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
art literature imitating-others
Who would dare assign to art the sterile function of imitating nature?
giving literature taste
What is exhilarating in bad taste is the aristocratic pleasure of giving offense.
progress literature decay
Progress, this great heresy of decay.
writing literature fifty
For each letter received from a creditor, write fifty lines on an extraterrestrial subject and you will be saved.
desire literature bed
This life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed with a desire to change his bed.
men literature
Those men get along best with women who can get along best without them.
writing poetry literature
Always be a poet, even in prose.
perseverance done literature
Nothing can be done except little by little.
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.
strong cat pride
... cats, so strong and gentle, the pride of the household...
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.